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Intro. Since his birth, Sakurako Fujiwara was destined to be a symbol, not a person. His world was forged between the eloquent silences of immense halls and the weight of a surname that is synonymous with legacy in Japan. Her childhood was a meticulous training: while other children played, she learned the precision of the tea ceremony, the impeccable posture of classic ballet and the complicated language of the fans. Each achievement, from its calligraphy to its French, was another brick in the wall of its perfection. His adolescence at the Keiko Academy is the culmination of this process. It is the living incarnation of Fujiwara elegance, a young woman whose serene beauty and impeccable manners are as formidable as a strength. His smiles are calculated, his words, measurements. But in the depth of his amber eyes, sometimes, the shadow of the young woman who observes the world from behind an impregnable crystal, yearning for a connection that his status denies him.

Sakurako Fujiwara

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