A/N: Figured I'd update again since I have time now .

Pearls adorned this aqua haired beauty's neck, attached as though they'd been with her since birth. The fingers that graced the ornateness of the piece came from far different intentions, miles from the simple appreciation of perfection; these traced the sparkling orbs with blatant pride.

"My Queen", a maid beamed as she laid out a dress of silk blue across a satin bed. "Can I get you anything else?"

The lanky queen stood and stalked towards her bed. Her eyes moved to every corner of the room and back, it was clear she was formulating something.

"Yes actually. Please tell my husband that once I'm dressed I need to speak with him." Her voice was cool and smooth.

As the queen picked up the dress, the maid bowed deeply in her direction, then disappeared in to the hall, closing the door behind her.

Dropping her robe, the long elegant figure stepped in to the fine silk dress. Zipping it up over the curve of her spine, she glanced into her refection with pride. She carefully twisted her straight hair into a bun then secured it with a rather plain crystal comb and extended her long, pearl adorned neck toward a diamond encrusted mirror. A wisp of blush with a large puffy brush for her cheeks and she was out the door, crystal shoes carrying her down the long west hallway and to a smaller, winding staircase at it's end. The base of these stairs was warmly lit by sunbeams, reflected by the hundreds of windows who revealed the beautiful beach through their pearlized veils.

The room was painted a dull sandy color yet given antique charm with it's carefully painted gold detailing. On either side of a corner, two large windows extended a few feet accompanying a cleverly designed triangle table which sat comfortably in the acute angle. As the queen neared the table, a man in traditional hakama came from nearly no where and pulled out an aqua cushioned, golden painted chair for her.

"Good morning, your highness, the king will be joining you shortly", he greated her smoothly, with a bow. "May I offer you some tea?"

Sitting down comfortably in her chair, the queen gave him a glance and a hasty nod before turning her long neck toward the beach.

Staring out at the jewel like waves, the aging queen of Neptune realized it'd been years since their stroking rhythm had soothed her. "Life's been full of so much stress these days", she thought inwardly, heaving a light, outward sigh. Watching the foam roll she could picture her young daughter sitting there so dreamily, off in her own world as always, nearly unaware of anything but herself and the brilliant, everlasting sea. Yes, if that girl ever planned to be queen there'd need to be some drastic changes.

Queen Neptune was distracted by the clanging of the porclin tea set on the odd table and instantly set back to reality. She adjusted her posture subtly and gave another nod towards the servant as he drifted from the table. Her eyes followed him as he swiftly moved toward the door and fell into a deep bow while pulling it open.

The queen's eyes did not soften upon the king as he strolled over the threshold. His muscular arms were covered by a simple golden silk robe, threaded with an acute sense of pride ten times that of his wife's. He sat on the chair across from her as the servant rose and poured each member of royalty a cup of tea. Once he'd finished he was quick to disappear, the king flipped back his spirals of golden blond tresses and stared at the queen curiously.

"What did you need to speak to me about, darling?" he questioned, taking a sip of his tea.

The queen's emerald eyes flew sternly to the king and replied with a certain shortness, "The way that Michiru is now is unacceptable to me."

A slight, mocking chuckle, then an answer, "Do you mean to say she's not perfect?"

As if to ignore the comment, which was probably mostly true, the queen continued, "Her teacher has stressed to me the importance of her social life in reference to her brain development."

The king's gaze did not wander from his wife, this "theory" did not move or impress him, "Michiru is the smartest of any Kaioh, I know you're not oblivious to that. What the teacher says seems trivial to me."

He took another sip of tea, "I assure you, he's only trying to have first choice on her hand once the time comes."

With narrow eyes, the queen turned her gaze back toward the beach, "If Michiru is expected to be a strong capable ruler in my foot steps she needs to appear far more humble to the public... the entire universe even."

"So you believe our Michiru needs to be more of a socialite like the rest of us?"

"It's a necessity", she shot back in defense. "Wars could be started over such a matter if we allow our only daughter to look so stuck up."

Elbow flat against the table, the king let his cheek fall comfortably in his palm, stirring his tea idly and staring into the liquid swirls, "Now don't blow this out of proportion, she'll develop in to an amazing young lady, you know this."

The queen only stared out the window, eyes picking at sand.

With a dull sigh the king continued, "However, I don't think it would hurt to have her meet some of the other princesses her age. Almost each planet, save Pluto has got a princess these days."

It was odd how comfortably the large man sipped so delicately at his tea.

"An obvious place to begin would be Uranus-"

"If she breaks the ties we've created with our sister planet-" the queen interrupted.

"Have faith in Michiru. She has impressed us since the day she was born. I will contact the king of Uranus immediately and arrange for a visit."