(In case you haven't seen the update I made to last chapter, this doesn't take place in Japan. I couldn't get every answer I wanted from Wikipedia (I'm sorry) or google. I made it a fictional setting that takes place in Asia still.)

"Princess! It's time to wake up!"

"Is the Rebellion attacking?" The black haired princess groaned. Her handmaiden stopped and thought of her answer.

"Well, no-"

"Then I'm not waking up." Momo huffed. It was at least four in the morning. She didn't truly know if it was or not, she just knew it wasn't time to wake up. It was still dark outside.

"We have to prepare your face and get you dressed, your highness! Don't you remember, your father prepared a meeting with generals from the army! There is a party for their victory against the rebellion and you're supposed to attend?" The handmaiden said. She made the thirteen year old princess get up.

"Lady Kyouka, it's early. Why must I wake up now?" She yawned and sat up. She tried running a hand through her hair but it was too long and knotty. The servant explained several things so that Momo would get up. The makeup only supposed to be worn on special occasions had to be done so it was truly important, but why then? Not an hour or two beforehand?

Momo stood up and stripped herself of her nightgown. She had her face covered in white rice powder, her lips painted a vibrant red, and her jūnihito consisting of multiple vibrant colors within two hours. The sun had risen when she was finally finished.

Her hair was tied up into a bun and was pinned by a fancy comb slide. It was made of gold or another beautiful material Momo couldn't identify. Truthfully, Momo was scared to see the men of the army. None of them would dare to touch her. That was highly intolerable and would result in a person being arrested.

It was at least seven by now. Kyouka guides her down the stairs, acting as her personal servant. She was special to Momo and the only person she ever confided in. Momo would never be ready to take on the role of empress. That enough was a horrifying title for her, all that power being invested into one girl. All that power was too much for her to handle. She desperately wanted to be something other than a princess. Sadly, that's all she was able to do, become an Empress.

The thirteen year old princess smiled at Kyouka as she guided Momo down the stairs. Momo made her way to the main hall of the palace. The red pillars were large and made Momo, a woman of an above average height, feel small. That wasn't unnatural though. Not very surprising.

Her mother was a beautiful woman with blue hair. Her eyes were a beautiful shimmering black, her father's an intimidating purple. Her mother, Murielle, was from European and Asian descent, was wearing a kimono of bright green to compliment her hair. Her father, sitting at the front of the dining room, was waiting for her. 

Her mother smiled gently at Momo as she sat down.

The troops entered the room. Many of them wounded from battle. Momo gasped and looked to her parents to see if they felt the same. Murielle's face was the same neutral expression she usually wore. Her father had no expression as if it were normal.

The princess could only smell the putrid smell of flesh, metallic aroma of blood, and the disgusting, horrific smell of vomit. She gagged behind her fan, looking at her parents. They said nothing. Didn't gag, didn't make a face, didn't say a word.

"I welcome you, Troops of the army. Enjoy a feast as a celebration for your bravery and victory." August said, allowing the men to sit at the multiple tables arranged.

Momo was shocked that her mother and father didn't care. They were eating rice, fish, saggy. Momo lost her appetite quickly and tried to refuse the food. Instead, she was told to stop being rude and eat what the chefs had prepared for them. Momo obeyed and ate her breakfast. It was awfully weird for them to come at such an early hour, maybe she was asleep when they came. It was still very early. But someone would have woken her up, this must've been the first time she was able to be in a meeting.
She was finally old enough.

A man wearing a general's hat and armor walked up to her father. He bowed down to his emperor and kissed his princess's and Empress's hands.

"Your majesty," the red head general addressed him. Momo picked up her teacup and slowly drank her tea. Her mother was paying no attention to their conversation, she wasn't supposed to either, but she picked up a few things.

They seemed to be very good friends and spoke as if they were raised together. Knowing her father's age, he most likely was.

"Princess, General Todoroki has a son just the same age as you." Her father smiled. "Where is he?" He asked the red headed general. He seemed angry but didn't say anything other than, "I am not sure."

Momo had met the General before. She was only eleven and was far shorter. She couldn't get on her horse and needed assistance. The General laughed at her a bit and helped her up before attending a meeting.

As the adults continued to speak, the door opened to a boy with split hair.

"Apologies for my punctuality. It won't happen again."

Momo looked at the boy and blushed. The only way she knew she was bright red was because her face heated up. Her white makeup covered most of it, but that was it.

"This is my son, Shoto Todoroki. He is training to become a captain." General Todoroki said with such pride. Shoto obviously didn't want to be there and was rubbing his index finger and thumb together. She was intrigued by his hair and eyes.

Momo really had to stop blushing.

(Sorry if this was offensive in anyway. I did a lot of research at 3 in the morning on Japanese beauty standards and I basically watched both Mulan movies... I kind of knew what they ate for breakfast in Japan and added a few things. This isn't Japan, it's an Asian country with ancient Japan beauty standards. I sound so stupid omg. This was a prologue, next chapter is going to be fifteen year old Momo.)