It was astonishing. The sight was absolutely astonishing. From the moment the (h/c) haired girl had seen the gates from miles away, she knew it was bound to make her jaw drop, and drop it did. It was like something out of a fairy tale. The noble-esque mansion must have cost a large fortune, having not only an enormous plot of land that stretched on for miles but beautiful architecture as well, almost resembling a castle in its own right.

Not only that but the main entrance had wide doors large enough for a giant and the gates appeared silvery in nature. As it stretched on around the entire perimeter of the area, the younger girl couldn't even begin to imagine the cost, especially since there were pearls on them. Her mind became dizzy, feeling incredibly small compared to the luxury surrounding her. She fiddled with her fingers, trying to avert her eyes as they entered the main gate.

She could hear Shota's small chuckles at her reaction but largely ignored him. He must have been well used to the idea of returning to his overly gigantic home. However, that was her first time seeing it since she had woken up. Even if he spoke about it with enthusiasm, it didn't do the estate justice. (Y/n) had just stepped into a world she couldn't even begin to fathom, her heart rate escalating.

As if to tease her, the younger girl suddenly gained the courage to look up, her eyes widening in disbelief. An entire small country of servants lined up along the perfectly paved road to the house, bowing the whole way they drove. She couldn't bring herself to look outside the window any longer. Or at least she thought, but her curious nature pushed her to stare further with a gaping mouth.

Rolling down the window, the red-haired male encouraged the younger girl to stick her head out for a better look. Doing just that, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the male blushing at the sight. It didn't take much to make his cheeks pink, she learned. He was very bashful at nature and easy to please, prompting him to turn red at the simplest of things she did. Then again, that was just the nature of love, wasn't it?

Looking out the window of the car, (Y/n) found a little girl waiting at the front door beside two adults. One was a man with rough copper hair in a pristine suit, possessing sapphire eyes while the other was a slightly younger woman with long black hair and grey eyes. They seemed to stand apart from everyone else who held rigid and respectful postures, and as such, intrigued her greatly.

The car soon approached the front doors, the driveway having pristine white concrete and a marble fountain with gold. It maneuvered to park right in front of the doors, the fountain having moved behind them. The driver then exited the car and held the door open. The red-haired male left first, shooing away the man holding the door and extending his hand for the younger girl to take. As she did, stepping out into the open, she was greeted by everyone in the area.

"Welcome home, Lady (Y/n)!" the servants hummed, clapping in celebration with wide smiles on their faces.

She blushed at the attention and turned her head away to shield her pink cheeks from all of the people. Shota gave an adoring smile, sighing in content at her while the small girl rushed towards them. (Y/n) felt the small thing collide into her, and when she looked down, there was an energetic young girl around the age of 8 or so. She had freckles across her slightly tanned skin, messy red hair placed in childish pigtails at either side of her head.

"I'm happy you're home," she squealed, hugging the older girl happily, "I thought you'd never come back."

It was quite clear to the (h/c) haired girl that the young girl before her was Shota's sister. He wasn't near old enough to have a child that age and it was unlikely he adopted someone that looked so similar to him. The small thing was oddly confident in the lavish area as well, meaning she had lived there for - most likely - her entire life. That being said, it filled (Y/n) with sadness to see her excitement, especially considering she didn't recall a thing either about the house or her.

Shota seemed to understand the situation perfectly well, taking note of the (h/c) haired girl's uncomfortable expression and the way she shied away from the small girl. He attempted to remedy the situation, leaning down to his sister and whispered to her, gently explaining as best as he could. Of course, he attempted to put it to her as simply as possible in order to spare her feelings, but as she was much younger than he was, he struggled to speak in simple terms.

"So (Y/n)'s not mad anymore?"

As her name was spoken as well as the addition of an argument that must have happened, she tilted her head, directing her gaze to the red-haired male. He seemed to hold back a sigh at the younger girl's words, especially since it was something he obviously didn't want to bring up. It might have been the cause of her amnesia or it simply might have been something small. Either way, she was greatly curious about the event, but Shota didn't say a word, leading the younger girl to the two she had seen beside the small girl.

The man gave a bow at the waist, putting his hand over his chest as if to pledge his loyalty Considering the amount of dedication the other servants possessed, she wouldn't be surprised if he would have put his life on the line for the red-haired male. He appeared well put together, and though much older than she was, he still seemed compassionate and well knowledgeable about her wants and needs. The man must have been important both in her past and her near future.

On the other hand, the woman holding onto the small girl's hand seemed more reserved, avoiding making eye contact. She didn't have a smile on her face, but something told the (h/c) haired girl that it was just part of her nature. If she recalled correctly, it was referred to as "resting bitch face" but she expected the woman was actually very kind. After all, the way she held onto the young girl's hand, she must have been a very caring woman, especially for children.

"I'm glad to see your recovery," the copper-haired male smiled, bowing low to her, "Master Shota has informed me of your state, but there is no need to worry. I'd like to introduce myself properly as the main butler of this estate. You may call me whatever you wish, but I am Okura Ito and I'm here to cater to anything you may need or want. Please rely on me in your daily life."

"I'm Narcissa Periera," the woman hummed with a heavy accent, continuing to avoid eye contact, "I'm the caretaker of the little miss. We have not talked much. That is all."

(Y/n) gave an uncomfortable chuckle, noting that her previous assessment of the woman had been incorrect. She appeared insociable, but perhaps it was that they did not speak the same language. It was clear that from both their accents, they were raised in different countries. The small girl also appeared to speak the language the woman was comfortable with, most likely leading to their close relationship. It might have been due to the (h/c) haired girl's inability to speak that language that she didn't have as great of a relationship with her.

"There are countless others that perform certain duties here," Shota hummed, leading the younger girl into the mansion for a tour, "though you will not need to speak with them if you don't want to. That being said, they are all good company, I've ensured that. In fact, I can introduce you to a lot of people here that I enjoy."

The red-haired male continued to introduce (Y/n) to other servants in which he told her she was quite fond of. Most gave their sympathies and some offered gifts. It felt strange to take something from someone who supposedly worked for her, but it gave her a bit of insight as to how well she was liked in the estate. She gave a smile at the thought that she used to be a kind person or at least a charismatic one.

The rooms in the estate did not fail to live up to the pristine atmosphere of what she had already seen. Although it looked like the building itself was built in the time of a monarchy, it was perfectly modern. The kitchen was a marvel as well though she didn't know so much about her skill in cooking. Shota had also made sure to tell her about the wonderful world-class chefs he had that would be happy to serve her. Her mouth watered at the thought of having something wonderfully savory.

She couldn't count the number of bedrooms that were around, and each one of them were master bedrooms in their own regard with stunning balconies and sights. That being said, she was more fascinated by the room the red-haired male blushed at. He opened the door slowly to reveal a room the size of a house. It even had two levels with a mezzanine where the enormous bed was placed with marble pillars and drooping silk.

"This is our room," the male blushed, refusing to make eye contact in favor of becoming suddenly fascinated with the polished floor, "Your preferences may have changed since you've last been here, so I would personally recommend you remodel."

"No, it's beautiful!"

Shota flared a bit more pink, clearing his throat as he sat down on the couch, watching the younger girl adventure with sparkling eyes. It was truthfully a relief that she enjoyed the area, especially since she was going to be living there with him. That being said, he did feel some strange need to coerce her into spending his money. He wasn't entirely certain why. After all, he adored (Y/n)'s refusal of material goods, but when he was able to talk her into buying something for herself, it gave him such bizarre pride.

Perhaps it was the fact that he viewed it as his affection, and if she accepted a gift, at the very least she was tolerating him. There had been times when she even refused to look at him, and the mere thought sent a pang to his heart. So to see her enjoying what he had to offer her made him smile like a fool. He loved the look of curiosity on her face. It was one of the most attractive things about her. She had a great desire to know as much as she could, and being able to fuel it made him glow.

There were so many memories in that room that the (h/c) haired girl had forgotten. Of course, he knew it wasn't her fault. How could it be? It was simply that he could hardly share them with her. Sometimes she looked at objects that meant the world to him and her former self and simply hummed before moving on. It was almost humorous when - before if she had seen them - she would give such endearing expressions, but at the same time, when she ceased to do it, it was slightly saddening to him.

Still, some things never changed. Even if she had lost her memory, she was still vehemently attached to them, her eyes set on the display cases before her. Her curiosity was the same as it always was. He hoped with all of his heart that she wouldn't be different than the girl he fell in love with. There had been cases where people became the complete opposite of who they had been beforehand. If that would have happened, he would have been heartbroken.

Sure, he would have gotten her appearance, but if her heart wasn't there, she wasn't (Y/n). He couldn't care less about what she looked like. It irritated him so deeply to think that he could be in the process of slowly losing the younger girl to her amnesia. He sighed heavily, massaging the bridge of his nose. It was the most stressful thing he'd ever lived through. Not knowing whether the love of his life was herself or not plagued him heavily.

That being said, as he observed her, he noticed as much as possible. Her curious little mind worked the same way it did before, her subconscious actions giving him hope. There was much more to notice about the way she liked things. Her taste perhaps had slight changes here and there, but it wasn't a drastic difference, and as such, until he saw something prominent, he would assume she was his (Y/n).

"Sir," a servant hummed, peeking through the door, "dinner is ready. Should I get the young miss ready?"

"Please, do. I appreciate it."

The red-haired male took in a deep breath and escorted himself outside, giving an adoring smile to the younger girl. He then left her with a few of his assistants, knowing they were respectful and only wanted to help. There was no doubt nerves lingered in him about leaving her with others, especially after her memory had been tampered with. However, from personal experience, the male knew she did better with people than without.

Sheltering her and hiding her away from the world - even with the luxury of money and privilege - often caused arguments between them. Overprotective though he was, his intentions were pure. He only wanted to keep her away from those that sought to harm her or steal her empathy for others. It wasn't his fault most everyone fell into one or both of those categories.

Shaking his head at his intruding thoughts of possessiveness, the male continued to walk to the dining room on the ground floor. His little sister was there with her caretaker, both playing a game of old maid while speaking the woman's native tongue. He smiled at the sight. It appeared his sister had more in common than their red hair and freckles. Her natural inclination for foreign languages made him proud.

The small girl tilted her head from the left to the right as she struggled to pick a card. When she hesitantly held it up, she closed her eyes tightly before peeking just slightly and groaning. Pouting, she passed her turn, blushing in frustration at the way her caretaker teased her, only to realize that her older brother had come downstairs. He had been spending the entire day with the (h/c) haired girl, after all. She doubted he would even show up again. It would have been in line with his character to hole himself up in their room with her.

"Sho! I've played 5 games with Narcissa and I haven't won a single one!" the girl roared playfully, attacking the male's leg with a tight hug, "We've played go fish and chess and hopscotch, even Parcheesi, and nothing!"

"Have you considered that you have a dreadfully obvious poker face, young miss?"

The redhead's head snapped to her caretaker, a hiss coming from her as if she were a domestic housecat. Of course, it was playful, the interactions between the both of them being light and airy despite any arguing or loss of pride that happened with one another. The older male couldn't help but remember the times he was close with his caretaker, but alas, he was a young man, and the need for Okura to supervise him disappeared. It was only due to his insistence in staying with the family did he become the head butler, not that it was a bad thing.

The man was perfectly respectable and polite, aware of all social cues in all foreign countries Shota frequented. It was certainly useful, especially as he knew all of the male's tastes and preferences. He was also perfectly apt at assisting in any personal matters, especially in cases of the younger girl. Of course, the red-haired male was oblivious to the nature of such problems.

As if on cue, the sapphire-eyed male gave a hum as he stepped forward, bowing to the male before handing him papers. The reports were something he often looked over at dinner, but for the time being, when waiting for (Y/n) to arrive, he must have had something to occupy his thoughts. Otherwise, he would become extremely impatient and antsy about the possible - and yet severely unlikely - danger she could have been in.

With a bored expression - and with a stifling attempt to dismiss the younger girl for but one moment - he began to read over the documents he was handed. They were not meant to be entertaining, just informative, and in that regard, he should have complimented his subordinates' hard work. Scanning over the data presented, he began to jot down notes about the trends he was shown. It was increasingly important he be on top of matters before they became a problem. And they often did.

Despite his focus, the moment he heard clicking, he turned his head around in anticipation to see the (h/c) haired girl. While it wasn't normal she would wear high heels, he did want to introduce her to the idea of them again. Walking was bound to be a bit stifling for her, especially as she was more or less clueless about his lifestyle. Even speaking seemed to pose a small issue to her, but if she received more practice, things could go back to normal.

Standing up to greet her first, the male smiled adoringly, holding out his hand for her to take. She was hesitant, but he understood and was prepared to be patient. At least, he had expected he had the patience. That being said, it was difficult to tell how long he would last attempting to stray from her. After all, he wanted nothing more than to hold her hand and hug her close, keeping her away from all of the harm in the world.

As he placed her down in her seat, pushing her closer to the table, he felt a pride swell in his chest. He quickly sat down by her side, his eyes sparkling as he attempted to relieve his strong emotions. The servants then entered the room, setting down the extravagant meal in front of everyone. The (h/c) haired girl's eyes widened in admiration, her mouth-watering the moment the silver lid was taken off of her fine china plate.

"You should get used to this as soon as possible, my dear," Shota chuckled, blushing brightly as he tilted his head to the side, "This is our life. Let's enjoy it, shall we?"