Emperor's Daughter | Chou Tzuyu

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Chapter 1- Beginning

Standards. Here in my country, women are expected to be great at home than men. Men on other half, needs to be strong, brave, and true in the face of the battlefield. That's such a wrong way to look at females and males.

Women can also do the things that a man is anticipated to be. If only they can listen to a word I say, but I can't Men are supposed to be superior than women. Any word, any actions, I prove, even if it's good. They'll still think of me as a disgrace to my family.

Grains fell on the ground, the chickens followed and began pecking as I threw the remaining amount. Just a typical morning of mine, wake up early to feed the animals, check if there's any eggs and head back to my home.

Either Mother will cook or me, usually she's already done with cooking once I reach home. Father usually ships wheats to the main town for money, he barely gets. I have an older brother who is working for the Emperor, I haven't seen him in years.

Let's just say after his departure, he forgot us, erased our existence just like that. I've hated him ever since then, but what could I do now, Father and Mother is at their age where they're bodies can't do all of this work.

And I'm at the age where I can find a man who can take care of both of our families and ours. It's considered to bring honor to our family, to prove that they raised me right.

As if I'm interested in Men.

"Y/n-ah! Good morning!" A voice called.

I hummed. "Morning Sana-ssi"

A basket filled with berries that's what she's holding. She wore a white shirt and gray pants just enough to let her ankle show. Me and her are childhood friends, I first met her when she was crying over a dead bird.

The first thing that popped in my mind was, I'm ganna be with this girl through dark and cold. As silly and handful she gets, she still took care of me when I was sick. And I appreciate her for that.

Also she's the only person that knows about me and the things I do once the moon shows. And it's not something erotic, If y'all are thinking something kinky then your wrong. Y'all need holy water.

I'm talking about night training, every night I'll sneak to our basement just to steal, no borrow, I'm borrowing our family sword. It has been untouched for years, it will be such a waste for a a beautiful weapon to be locked up.

Why am I doing this you may wonder. Well here in our village, a girl holding a sword is considered as a sinner. It's not pleasing to see something unique, well in their eyes. In my eyes, women being soldiers are awesome.

"You snuck out last night didn't you?" She stated.

"Yes I did and it was spectacular. The moon was bright and young" I started motioning my hand as I speak.

She giggled. "Your eyes are sparkling"

I nodded. "Of course, something about holding a sword makes me feel special and amazing"

"Your more enthusiastic when your talking about swords than men." She chuckled.

I groaned. "That topic makes me barf"

"Wanna try out the new saying?" She whispered.

"What saying?" I blurted.

She took two steps closer to me, inches away from my body to hers. "You know" she leaned in. "Two girls sleeping together is considered to be good luck"