She couldn't understand how and why she could be considered a princess in any fashion. By people that didn't know a single thing about her anyway. Why did people think that she was the epitome of elegance and beauty? No, she was not.
She was a spoiled child that was terrified of having her life laid out for her. In a sense, it could be said that Yukiko Amagi was a princess. A princess locked inside a tower that she could easily escape herself. Terror filled her and bubbled in her ribcage at the thought of having to do so. She couldn't do anything other than sitting and staring at the window, singing songs about how one day her prince would come and take her away.
In her eyes, Chie was the true princess. She wasn't the typical fairytale princess, the princess that would sit and wait to be rescued. She would be the one fighting for justice and her people's happiness. She was strong, both physically and mentally. Chie was the princess that Yukiko longed to be. Chie was everything Yukiko wanted.
While Chie would comment about how envious and lucky Yukiko was for having such smooth porcelain skin and long midnight colored tresses, the Amagi couldn't help but envy Chie's appearance much more.
Chie's smile was wide and bright, her lips curling away to reveal her white teeth. Her brown eyes would glitter in the heat of battle and at the mention of steak, something that would make Yukiko laugh and feel like butterflies were kissing her insides. In the sun, the light would kiss and darken Chie's skin instead of attacking it and burning it scarlet like Yukiko's.
Yes, Chie was the true princess, even if she didn't seem to think so. Yukiko, like her best friend had done for her, swore to protect her princess at any cost.
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