Fem! Dazai POV

Around a few months ago, Chuuya had been a kid on the streets of the kingdom, the ‘slums’ of what was supposed to be the most beautiful and peaceful kingdom known to ever exist, she had spent her days using combat skills to help supply the younger kids with food and standard supplies.

Somehow, the princess had been strolling through the slums, had immediately taken an interest in Chuuya’s strength, and had promised a proper life for not only Chuuya, but also the group of teens and kids that Chuuya had been taking care of. The kids resided in an orphanage, whilst Chuuya was assigned a royal guard once she completed training.

Chuuya had owed her life to Dazai, she expected the princess to be a calm, gentle and polite presence, somebody who was humble and kind.. how wrong Chuuya had been.

Dazai was a brat. She refused to eat foods that Chuuya had once only dreamed of, simply because of the texture. She only ate foods with evenly cut pieces, and she refused to wear certain, beautiful dresses, just because the fabric was ‘icky’ and ‘disgusting’.

And now, Chuuya stood in Dazai’s room, watching as she prepared for the gathering that her family was hosting.