It was a sight that deeply unsettled any father. Glancing around the room, Endymion caught sight of his young daughter sitting alone, almost entirely concealed by a long curtain in the corner of the hall. He excused himself and walked over to where she was sitting.

"Misery loves company," he said, sharply breaking her out of a daydream, "Mind if I join you?" His daughter shook her head, and he crouched down to sit with her. Chibi-Usa couldn't hide a smile at the image of the great King of Crystal Tokyo sitting awkwardly on the floor.

Clearly her father's thought mirrored hers, but his smile quickly turned to a concerned frown. "Why are you over here Small Lady? Why don't you play with your friends?"

Chibi-Usa scowled, "They aren't my friends. They're all fake. They just want to be my friend because of who my mother is." She sighed dramatically, "It's so hard to make honest friends."

Endymion laughed. "You know, once upon a time, I felt exactly the same way you did. I felt like making friends was the hardest thing in the world; that everyone around me was fake and superficial."

He paused, "And then I met this young girl. She was bubbly and cheery, albeit a little ditzy, but she had a heart of gold and no matter how stubborn someone was, she could brighten their day like that. She was everyone's friend."

"Papa, do you still know this girl?"

Endymion caught the eye of his enchanting wife across the room, who at that moment was talking to an ambassador whose name she would have forgotten in the morning, but who no doubt was being charmed by her, and would never forget her.

"I do. She married me."