"He's coming today," Sybil said, sitting upright at the dressing table while four maids swarmed around her like bees around honey.
Brushes, combs, pins, powders… everything was deployed with military precision by the maids.
It made sense; with the way Sybil had been bragging about Azel to her family which was borderline worshipping him to them, the maids collectively decided she needed to be treated like a princess today.
Astra daughters were always well-kept… but Sybil was being pampered like an Empress.
"Yes, my lady," one maid said as she carefully ran her fingers through Sybil's long, vibrant green hair. "My lady, don't you think this hair is too long for you?"
Sybil closed her eyes for a moment. She remembered Veyra… how stupidly long her hair was and how Azel didn't seem to mind even a little.
If anything, he seemed to like long hair on his women.
