Well, I'm not really finished but I don't want to read this after all. I remember being vaguely disappointed with it when I first read it years ago, but other than that sensation, I couldn't remember much about the story.
Turns out it is a young woman yearning for independence and freedom, like any other 17 year old girl would. Only difference is this one, a princess named Arima, lives in ancient Scythia and in the first chapter is feeling both guilty and excited about picking blackberries. Real work! Just like the slaves do! But when her father discovers why she was the last of the women to return to camp that day, she is beaten. And so starts the resentment and even more yearning for freedom.
Perhaps I did not give it enough of a chance. Perhaps I am just in a sour mood and have no patience for Girl Grows Up type of stories at the moment. Whatever the reason, I decided to close the book and leave Arima to herself.