Aiko watched her sister, seeing that she was just going to ignore the man. She was probably hundreds of years older than the prince, and she acted like a brat. The least she could be was welcoming. But to be honest, Kikiyo had never been welcoming. Aiko studied the other man carefully, glad to have evaded their attentions. Clearly, her sister was their type of beauty. Neither of them even noticed Aiko in the room. She sat back in her seat, waiting. 

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The prince stepped toward the darker sister. This had to be her. He watched as she ignored him, accepting a glass of red liquid. If she was anything, it was snobby. Yes, she was beautiful.  Like him, she also seemed to know it. A little ticked off that he had come all this way to be ignored, he boldly said, 

"Well, your highness, you are just as beautiful as I was told and expecting. I'm sure the manners will come over time though." He gave her his best smile and waved for a maid to bring him and Kai a seat. They did, and the Prince helped himself to a seat.