85: She
She understood the need for their charade, but that didn't mean she had to like it. It was insulting, really, that everyone they met, every single one of their screaming fans with their posters and autographed photos and videos, all believed that she really was a boy.
As if.
She was, she reassured herself daily, far too pretty to make a convincing boy, and she simply couldn't understand how people could miss it. It wasn't as though she had the uncouth manners and brash ways of a common male. Were Earth people truly so blind?
As she sat through yet another autograph session with yet more drooling preteen girls, she gritted her teeth and reminded herself that she was doing this for good reason. The princess was worth even such an absolute indignity as this. Still...she hoped it wouldn't be much longer.
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Yaten Kou
1/17/08
