When the little girl turned seven she received her own tutor. He was a short balding man, with pointy ears and a persistant interest in blood lineage. His name was Myoga, and he taught her many things. Most importantly he taught her to love knowledge, and to be curious about everything.
And as she continued to learn and to grow, she was watched.
The elder sister watched her with growing envy as she saw the promise that Kagome presented, and the way eyes were drawn towards her.
The violet-eyed monk watched her with growing resolution and hope.
And the servants watched her with love and adoration of her kind heart.
But within the walls of the palace, a growing sense of tension was felt as the king's health faded and factions rose and fell at the whims of fate, both coincidental and manipulated.