𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ

valentine's special

          Festivals. Huh. How charming.

          Usually in celebrations like these you'd expect both princesses to be in the middle of the ballroom dancing the night away with everyone's attention dead-set on them, and you were absolutely right, because you were one of those two princesses. You would've gladly honored family traditions making a show of yourself alongside your sister, but you refused to, because your father had made you more than a little upset earlier that evening. 

          "Do you have any, any idea what kind of danger you have put yourself in, you brat?!" Your father's voice roared at you from his spot on the high gold throne, his threat echoing back at you as even the empty room conspired against you. His spit was practically highlighting his chin at this point, his crown crooked on his extended head and breath heavy as he seethed at you.

          It was definitely an interesting sight—the mental image of his usual posture nothing but a distant what-if as you continued to study him. Veins popped out of his royal neck as white knuckles gripped onto the arms of his seat, usually pristine hair now a mess of strands and sweat. His royal robes hung off of him in disarray as his chest breathes up and down in a heavy pattern, nose flared and eyes bloodshot. All this anger just because you decided to walk around town before the party? Goodness.

          A part of you was slightly offended at the idea of ever being compared to him.

          You turned to the throne set at the end of the large hall where he sat again to your right, only this time worlds different from your most recent memory of him. Now he was happily having a chat with an esteemed guest, turning to his wife with the largest grin on his face as he jabs a thumb at an equally royally dressed. . .duke, if you had to guess. You couldn't tell, with the amount of people gathered around the two head honchos like they were the new messiah it was hard to guess titles.

          You kept your head up even as you stood behind one of the large marble pillars attempting to hide, the red dress that weighed down your figure heavy and more than a little eye-catching. Despite being one of many, from the quality and your presence alone it didn't take much of a genius to realize you were the eldest Yaoyorozu daughter.

          The entire hall was decked from top to bottom in varying shades of red, complimented by the occasional black and white as music played from the esteemed band upfront. They were situated right beside the small elevated sort-of stage for your parents' thrones, the band split into two to be on both sides. It was a symphony of heavy strings and keys that was a nice touch to the room's atmosphere, lively chatter and laughs from royals all around the land. Today really was a day of celebration, you just weren't sure if you were willing to participate so easily. 

          "Beautiful dress, your highness." A duchess greeted in her own frilly black and red dress, a giggle hidden behind an equally dramatically designed fan. You smiled back the best you could, almost nineteen years worth of princess training preparing you for the best curtsy you could ever perform without the much-needed mental preparation. "Much could be said about yours. Send my best regards to your tailor."

          "I'm sure she'd be delighted to hear that princess Y/N has complimented her handiwork," She runs a lone finger through her hair in an attempt to. . .you guessed sleek it back, despite not having a single strand of hair out of place. She then perks up the slightest bit, the heart-shaped rubies of her earrings catching light and making it tempting to stare at them in awe. Now you felt just the tiniest bit embarrassed of your simple pearls. "Speaking of, I'm surprised you haven't joined your sister in the festivities. Not that I wish to pry, princess." 

          You followed your gaze to see the sister in question, a wide smile on her face as she danced around with a prince her age. Her black hair was tied up in a braided bun, the various jewelries stuck in them jingling and outshining everyone else's around her. Including yours, but honestly, if it meant getting attention off of you, you'd thank her any day.