It was a warm night in Konan Country though a chill breeze that heralded the coming autumn as well as adverse plot development blew through the old castle's chambers, the pastel color scheme of which clearly indicated its origins in shoujou anime.
The young man slitted his eyelids to see the newcomers while still pretending to sleep. He soon wished he hadn't. One was his mother, whose watching him sleep probably should have bothered him more than it did, and the other was a tiny but hideous old woman who floated several feet off the ground. Their presence annoyed him some, but he didn't wonder at it. After all, Hotohori reasoned, as beautiful as he was, who wouldn't want to watch him sleep?
"Is he not rather effeminate looking, Lady Jessica?" The old woman asked in a harsh voice that rather reminded Hotohori of the narrator...(no wonder she knows everything.)