You are the child of an Emperor, not weak nor strong. You and your seven sisters have been invited to the ball hosted by the Imperial Empire for their oldest son, Hiroshi's, coronation.

You were dressed up in a kimono, ready to go. Then your mother came in.

Mizono: "The invitation says that the children of the families must wear Western clothes.. It is the Imperial Empire, they make as many demands as they please."

So here you are in the ball waiting for the prince's arrival.

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