@drakonubiytsa -- my dearest retainer
“ Ah-- there you are, my dearest Beruka. Would you please come over here and assist me with my hair? It seems this morning I’ve not brushed it through well enough; frizz and stray ends... honestly! No one even warned me until I saw myself in the hall mirrors... I feel so embarrassed. ” Usually Kamui would be the one to help the eldest sister in styling her hair during the early hours of daybreak; Camilla often invited herself into the quarters of her youngest siblings to check on them and help in their daily routines, yet it was Kamui that was intruded upon the most. Both of her arms looked ready to fall to her sides with how tiredly she was wrestling those amethyst curls; unruly and fighting the golden comb that now was stuck to the crown of her scalp. “ I should’ve washed it... ” Came a pitiful whimper from the retainers liege.
















