“What do you think of me growing out my hair?”
“I beg your pardon, your majesty?” My hair dresser paused and stared at my reflection, fear and confusion clouding his expression. “Have my skills perhaps not satisfied his highness?”
“It is not that at all.” I waved the man’s thoughts away. “I simply wish to know if you think I would look better if it was longer?” I could not picture myself in such a hair style, but after last night, after hearing what Aryn had said to her sworn protector, I couldn’t help but wonder. “Would my features suit this kind of hair style, in your opinion?” Would she perhaps look at me the way she had her own guard?
The wolf hesitated. “I guess it would just be a matter of whether his highness desires to wear his hair longer or shorter.” I snorted at the unsatisfa
