This is Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle...with a twist. I've gone over the first volume and added a few OC's. Please wait till the end of Chapter 2 before making any judgements. This first chapter is just an introduction to the character.

Drake sat on her bed, staring at her gloved hands, musing on her current dilemma - a formal party. She was already dressed the part, despite the event not starting for several more hours. Her face was covered in a mixture of dark hues of makeup and face paint, which accented her bright green eyes, and her raven coloured hair was done up in two elaborate buns on either side of her head. She wore blue and black formal robes which served to emphasise her makeup and hair. The only piece that didn't match was the dragon amulet on her neck, which was silver with a red ruby in the centre. She fingered it nervously as doubt overcame her, but as soon as she touched the smooth surface they fled her mind, to be replaced with a confident calmness. Soon, she thought, soon I'll leave this world forever.

She stood in front of her aunt, who scrutinized her appearance, and posture, while giving 'helpful' hints. Several times she repeated the same advice constantly, making Drake want to scream, or at least interrupt, but she knew from experience neither action helped her in the slightest. So she stood patiently as her aunt fussed over her appearance, while giving guidance. Neither thing helped her at all. Finally, her aunt deemed her presentable enough to be able to be shown at the party.

She followed her aunt into the room. It was like a ballroom, but few were dancing. Most were standing in small groups. Drake recognised a few from other occasions. Every guest had some political power – from nobles to royalty to powerful mages. She scanned the room a few times. Her aunty went off as she recognised some noble or another, and Drake was left alone, though of course, not for long. She hid her disgust under a careful façade , as people recognised her and came over to greet her, hoping to gain favour with the famous Safia, as Drake was known to the outside world. Safia, the most powerful mage in the world. Even at a young age, she could best the greatest magicians with little effort, even after the majority of her powers were bonded. So, obviously, people expected her to become a major player in the world of politics. How could they not see how boring their world was? Drake wanted open skies, music, battles, freedom! But in truth, these people were happier here than they ever would be under the stars. She listened to the man she was currently conversing with. He complimented her hair. She shot him a charming and bedazzling smile, making him stutter slightly. Her aunt caught her eye. You'll pay, she seemed to say. Drake sighed inwardly. Beauty was a curse, she mused to herself. To use it brought about so much trouble. Not that anyone here was worthy of her attention, she thought. Here, love was just a fairy tale, meant to be marvelled at, but not taken seriously. Arranged marriages were the norm for her class, whichever marriage gained the most power won out. Of course, that meant Drake had quite a few offers – power plus beauty often did. But she rejected them all, much to her aunt's displeasure. It was one of the reasons she was leaving so quickly – she couldn't reject offers forever, especially with her controlling aunty. Drake wouldn't put it past her aunt to accept a proposal in her name. Drake finished talking and walked towards the food table and held back another sigh as she saw the food. She wondered if anyone actually liked the food, or if they just pretended so they looked better.
She turned away, and found her cousin standing there. Drake smiled inwardly. Thea may have been a political player, but she was nice and as close to a friend as Drake had ever had.
"Safia," Thea said, inclining her head.
"Thea," she responded, dropping herself into a curtsey. She then looked up at her younger cousin. They shared similar hair, but Thea's eyes were a blackish blue in contrast to Drake's gleaming green. Thea was slightly shorter too, but she held herself with a regal manner, similar to the way Drake held herself, and let off an air of confidence. In truth, they were both the pinnacle of excellent breeding – good manners and perfect training, not to mention their equally stunning beauty.
"How are you finding the party, my dear sister?" Thea asked, retaining the formality, while also impressing a sense of familiarity to any listeners. Drake felt vaguely annoyed. That was all I needed, more reasons why people should think I was politically involved.
"As always, my sister, I find it a wonderful experience to be amongst such a variety of interesting people." Drake lied. She could see Thea saw through it though. Drake had often expressed her disdain for such parties, in one such case during one of them, causing such a ruckus that her aunt had dragged her out of the party.
Thea's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I concur, my sister. I'm afraid I did not see you at the dinner last week." She finished in the way of a question.
"I apologise, for I had much to do." Drake fervently wished to die. Speaking like that made her sound so snobbish.
"Ahh, yes. I heard that a Count asked for your hand?"
Drake's eyes narrowed briefly. Thea was doing it on purpose. She pretended to wave it off. "Something like that, yes, but I myself did not see the benefits."
"But surely there were many benefits being married to such a powerful man?" Thea asked. Drake's insides twisted. Why is she doing this? she wondered. Surely they could discuss this somewhere quieter?
"Well, of course, but my present situation suits me very well, and I'd hate to throw it out of balance."
"So you are waiting for the 'right man'?" Thea asked. "Isn't that a bit childish when such a position is on offer?" People chuckled at that. Love truly was considered a fantasy.
"Nothing so juvenile," Drake retorted calmly. "I simply believe that at this period of time, marriage would only impend my studies. It is easier to learn without marriage being on my mind."
In other words, leave me alone.
"A shame." Thea said.
"How so?" Drake asked in an emotionless.
"Just that a certain noble has petitioned for your hand. But if you are so set on staying single…" she paused, waiting for, what she believed to be the inevitable interruption. When it didn't come, she continued, "I will tell him you refuse his offer."
Drake realised that this was the reason Thea had broached the subject. No doubt the man was high up in the chain, therefore a marriage would mean that Drake would be closer to the palace intrigues – meaning she would be an even more valuable ally to Thea, as well as being a closer friend – as Thea knew of her hatred towards politics. But Drake refused to even consider the possibility. Tonight, she left their world forever. No false hopes.
"I would much appreciate that," Drake responded after a pause.
Thea's eyes conveyed their anger, but she looked calm as she said, "Of course. It would be no trouble."
Drake curtsied once more, and made her way to the door. She knew that her aunt would be furious that she hadn't even considered the mysterious man's proposal. She also knew that people would avoid her for the rest of the night, as to not seem to support her decision. So she departed, never to return.

Drake made her way through the winding corridors, to her room in the tower. She went to the bathroom and ran a bath, intent to get rid of any evidence of the party, using a wet face washer wipe away the face paint. She stopped the bath and undressed and stepped into the bath, safe in the knowledge that no one would interrupt her for several hours. She washed away all the anger she held, then dressed in simple clothes – a black mini- skirt and a long-sleeved red top which exposed her midriff. She wore a black trench coat over the top and her favourite black boots, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. Then she began collecting all the items she had still to pack, those bigger items which would have given her away if she had packed them any earlier. She packed them into the appropriate pouches, which hung from her belt. The bags were charmed – no matter how much was stuffed into the bags they could rarely be filled, as long as the item could fit through the opening. She attached each bag to her belt and slid the belt through the skirt's slots. She went through her room once more, searching for anything left behind. Once satisfied that she had taken everything of value she sat back on the bed. This was it. She stood up, and repeated the magic she had learnt since she could walk. The dimension spell. The room lit up and a hole appeared in her wall. She smiled to herself.
"Goodbye," she said and walked through the hole.