Princess Omisha growled at the sight of her in the mirror. She was wearing a red chiffon Hanfu and her hair let down unlike how she usually wears it.

The gold ornaments show her royal status, the only things that she was allowed to wear that she liked was her favourite sword.

Today father was going to have a feast, to celebrate the Moon nations defeat and her father wanted this to be a yearly thing.

She walked into a brightly lit ballroom, everyone dressed in expensive clothes.

They talked, danced and ate.

She sat next to her father who silently watched everyone else.

An entertainer made people move away from the center and grabbed everyone's attention.

Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the dancing wolves.

She watched as large white wolves jumped through hoops and made tricks surprising everyone.

Omisha yawed but her attention was brought back to the wolves as they turned human as soon as the music changed the tune.

“Moon slaves my favourite” Her father whispered and clapped with the crowd.

The ladies were tan and had metal skirts that when they moved their hips they made sound.

“I guess they aren’t bad, I bet many of these nobles would like to bed them” She shrugged.

“Oh trust me they will want to. I’ve seen how beautiful they are and decided to create a network of sex slaves to distribute Moon slaves all over our nation and our colonies. They bring quite a lot of money into the palace”

Princess Omisha cringed if her father had told her that before she had met Tarkik she would have been happy but now?...

As the song finished one of the girls turned around and threw a blade at her father. The crowd gasped but her father simple moved his head to the right and the knife struck the back of his throne.

He waved his hands and the guards took the dancers away.

“They are beautiful but they can bite,” He told her daughter.

“Please continue and enjoy the feast,” He told his guest.

The guest continued as if nothing had happened, Princesses Omisha was about to ask her father a question when she saw Tarkik coming closer to the throne.

He wore a Red Hanfu which made Omisha smiled.

He placed the tray in front of her father and kneeled to his right, another servant served her food and sat next to her.

She wished he had served her.

Her eyes kept glancing at Tarkik who didn’t look her way and she couldn’t help but to feel jealous of her father. He had Tarkik giving her father food, she watched as Tarkik grabbed a piece of meat with chopsticks and gave it to the emperor who ate it.

“My princess” She turned to her servant who had a piece of meat on her chopsticks.

You see in her nation royals do not feed themselves at parties, their servants or slaves feed them. The ones who fed them would not have a single bite out of the royal food.

“Yes I’m hungry” Omisha leaned in and took the piece of meat in her mouth.

“My Emperor, My princess. I am Joh cheng a noble from the south of the nation and I bring a gift to the beautiful princess”

She could feel her father smiling at her.

She cleared her throat “Thank you” She took the small box from him. He bowed and left.

“I’ve heard he’s quite a smart man, he’s been helping us invent new technologies with his father. Not the man I was looking for but a good choice you should choose him before he marries”

Omisha rolled her eyes and opened the book.

It was a hairpin with a white flower on top. “He has a nice taste”

“Oh please father his mother probably chose it for him and what did I say about marriage”

The man slumped “But by the time you are 25 all the young noblemen will be married”

Princess Omisha looked away “just enjoy the party father"