Sakura Edelfeldt
Sakura stared back at Valerie, her gaze at first stern and resentful, but after a few moments had wavered to quiet acceptance of her words. In her master's rebuke, she'd heard her sister's intructions ring out through her mind. "An Edelfeldt must always carry herself with a noble elegance. An Edelfeldt should always strive to be polite. So she accepted the pain she was feeling, it was a fair and just punishment for her ill deeds.
Sakura, you mustn't judge people for their origins, but on their own merits." She'd said. Sakura remembered her sister petting her head, comforting her after her first week in England. She bit her lower lip and nodded. "You're right." She replied quietly, "I'm sorry for generalizing like that." She said while facing Roman. "I got heated by your insinuations about myself and said something I shouldn't have." She took a deep breath before saying, "Please, accept my apology, Roman. It won't happen again."
She collapsed into her seat, suddenly tired. His was a sad, pathetic outlook on life that only looked for surface-level self-fulfillment and pleasure. He wanted strength for strength's sake, and he would never understand the importance of the journey. Strength on its own was meaningless. She turned to look back at her master, preferring to do anything but dwell further on Roman's impetuous feud with her. "Valerie, I'm sorry as well. It was unbecoming for a lady of your court to say such things."