On the thirteenth year of the young princess' life her figure blossomed and the promise of her beauty began to appear. The younger generation of the male aristocrat's began to send glances out of the corner of their eyes when she entered a room; and the glances became more and more frequent.
Even though she dressed simply, attention she held attention, much to her sister's displeasure.
And then it came. On one pleasant morning that held no hint of the storms to come, the elder sister made known her displeasure.
Kagome had been aware of the cold relationship with her sister, but thought it merely a consequence of their difference in age, and normal. She did not know of the burning anger inside Kikyo's heart.
On that pleasant morning, Kagome sat buried in a corner of the vast library, surrounded by stacks of various books. She was distracted and thus did not notice her sister's presence until she was right in front of her.
Kikyo had been suffering through a long audience in which her foreign ministers were extolling the virtues of the young princess as a political match, and thus, when she saw her sister, her anger was enflamed.
"Why do you not leave?" she demanded abruptly as Kagome lowered her book. "No one loves you here and you annoy those who surround you. You will never compare."
After glaring at her for a few moments waiting for a response that was not forthcoming, Kikyo stormed away to go torment some poor servant with her foul mood.