Ryo

...in the kingdom of Natim as it teeters the line of all out war with its northern neighbors, there lived a princess, beautiful and true. From the tallest tower of the monarch family's castle, she stared at the point where the world bent.

Where the sun sank beneath the horizon and she's blessed with the shine of the cosmos and kiss of the moon.

But by day's greeting and the departure of jewel kissed skies, brilliant blue washes over the land signaling her preparation and execution of the days duties.

She begins by combing through her long, blue locks. The servants do not bother her during her routine nor do they offer assistance. This is her only time where any truth reaches her actions. The princess stares at her reflection cast to her by her vanity's mirror.

How pretty. The perfect, model young woman. Bear digits touch at her cheeks as little dimples poke into them following the curvature of her lips. She does not mind the clouds. Nothing is perfect. But she wishes that the sun would bestow her flesh with a natural, soft light.

One day, the terrible weather above her kingdom will clear. The sun will shine and the moon will cast reflected rays upon a country plagued with war and mankind's greed.