Northstar Vale it's all water under the bridge now

The feelings of others - especially those that were beneath her - rarely affected Hime. She knew what she wanted out of life and could figure out a way to get it, whether that involved stepping on a few peasants or those in the nobility hardly mattered. It would have suited her purpose to have maidens at the ready; people devoted solely to her and all the machinations of her heart. So to say she remained ignorant to the disgust in Saarthal was an understatement. Even if Saarthal spoke openly about how she felt, Hime would brush it off as being "out of touch," or in some way disrespectful of the Empire, and that would be that.

Thankfully no such opposition was voiced. What came next was a surprise - and led to Hime's cheeks flooding with warmth. Does it draw your eye? Saarthal murmured in reference to the compliment Hime had bestowed. Had she truly been Reiko then maybe, maybe, there would have been a chance for flirting in earnest. Hime could only assume her sister was as open about her body as those she surrounded herself with, and while it did not suit her at all, she was playing a role, and would have to bend this somehow to suit her desires.

The flush played well for Hime, who looked sheepishly away, letting out a light breathy laugh. She looked shyly upon the pale woman, and while she wanted to yell for the guards or outright denounce this foul girl for even vaguely hinting at such indescretions such as her queer leanings, she could not do so. Instead Hime (expertly covering her bigotry with a feigned amount of embrassment and shyness) looked coquettish, stealing a glance or two. Well... That would... Be quite improper for the Empress, miss, but she did lean in a little bit closer.