"Princess, what the heck are you doing?" He questioned has he watched her stare into the mirror.
Miku stopped tracing her finger along the make-up that lined her right eye. She took a deep breath. "Len Kagamine, I would just like you to know that I have dignity."
The blonde raised an eyebrow. "And you're bringing this up, because…?"
"I have agreed to making myself look weak and helpless for the sole purpose of returning to Prince Kaito. Because I love him more than anything on this planet - and I refuse to lose him." She explained. "And if it were not for our verbal contract - and if you were to actually abuse me in such a way – your head would immediately be sliced from your undeserving little neck."
This was the side of the Princess Len had never seen before. Her tone was ice cold, and her personality seemed way too serious to even be the same person as Princess Miku Hatsune. Was it something to do with royalty and their pride? Or could it possibly be how much Miku cherished the limited strength she had, and did not like to have that ability ripped from her soul?
Len nodded. "Understood." He was unable to laugh at or tease her, due to his undying anger towards her previous comment about her love for Prince Kaito.
"Very well, then." She lifted her hands to the top of her head and delicately removed her shining, woven gold tiara with twenty, four carat pieces of diamond that lined each thread of gold. After doing so, she tossed it a meter 1/2's distance away from her. "KYAA!" she shrieked in terror.
When she heard footsteps frantically run up the long palace stair well, she sat down, stretched out her legs, turned over on her side, propped herself up on her elbow and covered her right eye with her hand. In response to this, Len - lightly - grabbed one of Miku's twin tails and – lightly – yanked it.
The door swung open and standing in the door way was the King and Queen of Pure. One can only imagine the great horror they saw. Their one and only daughter; whimpering on the floor, covering her eye and wincing in undying pain. "I'm… so sorry…" Was what they heard continuously escape her lips.
Of course that night at the dinner table, Princess Miku repeatedly told her parents that she would not remove the head of the peasant she loved. Being abused in such a way was just the mere price of being in love.
"There's nothing to worry about!" she reassured. "I'm 100% fine."
Although, that was very hard for her parents to believe. Every night, the amount of bruises scattered on Miku's arms, legs and body increased. She would limp, she became more fragile than an egg shell, and just hearing a loud noise frightened her to tears – it reminded her of Len's (artificial) screams of anger. After three weeks, the King and Queen knew what they had to do. It had to be done to save their darling daughter, no matter how much it pained them to do so.