Disclaimer: Akatsuki no Yona is the work of Mizuho Kusanagi
Anyone who knew Princess Yona knew she hated her hair. Its unusual color made her stand out, drawing an uncomfortable amount of attention. It was also difficult to accessorize, because no matter how many times foreign ambassadors smiled and praised her hair "the color of dawn", it still clashed with her favorite color: pink.
Yona's hatred stemmed from another source as well. As she ran her fingers through what was left of her red locks, Yona couldn't help but notice how its vivid color was the exact same shade as blood. - The same as the crimson drops which spattered the villagers in the Fire tribe, the same as the scarlet stains on the nadai addicts and Awa's pirates, the same as the bright red rivers which ran down Zeno's ravaged body, the same color as the blood on Hak -
Her hands stilled, then began to tremble slightly as she recalled what followed their leave from the Wind tribe: the poisoned arrow, the sword, the expression on Tae-Jun's face when she severed her hair, the fall. She remembered being found by Yoon, and how despite his expertise, she was forced to watch night after night as fresh bandages became soaked in blood.
Red. It was an awful color.