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Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent underneath it.
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Abella, daughter of the High Lord of Spring is called the life of spring in her court. She is beloved by her people, and cherished by her family. She grew up silently lear...
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Abella
Sighing, I fidgeted with the flowers I spread out on my bathroom table, looking over the selection of flowers I had picked earlier this morning from my garden. Lucien was the first person's hair I was braiding this morning and he was late, as to be expected. I picked up one of the flowers and twirled it in my fingers when I heard the door opening from behind me. I turned around to see Lucien with a lazy smile spread across his face as he leaned against the door frame.
"So, I'm your first victim?" He asked.
"Victim is a harsh word to describe braiding your hair." I said rolling my eyes at him.
"What you do is not braiding." Lucien said with a fake shudder passing through his body. "What you do is ripping hair from the head, scraping your cla-"
"You're being over dramatic." I rolled my eyes and patted the seat in front of me that was facing my mirror. "Now come sit."
Lucien pushed himself off of the wall and took a seat in front of me. I began braiding his hair weaving in flowers of red, pink, orange and yellow to compliment his hair tones. We remained mostly silent until I noticed his eyes trailing every move I made.
"So how did everything go last night?" Lucien gave his fox like smile, that made me feel like he knew more than I did.
"I thought it went well." I said smiling. "Our guests seemed happy, the lords and ladies I spoke with seemed pleased with the progressing of the court, everyone got along."
"Everyone got along?" Lucien questioned raising an eyebrow. "I noticed tension between our visitors."
"I picked up on that as well." I went to pick up another flower to lace in.
"Any guesses why?" His smile only grew as he saw my body tense a bit.
"Tarquin mentioned bad blood from years ago, said he sent them blood rubies. I'm guessing it's from that." I said and with one last tug I patted his back letting him know he was done.
He turned to face me, and I adjusted some of the pieces. I had let most of his hair out of the braid but took about 1/3 of it a and made three fish tale braids that ran along the back of his hair, then laced flowers through the braids. Smiling at my work I let him leave and a few moments later Jonquil popped in with breakfast in his hand.
"This is why you're my favorite." I told him as I took a bite of the food, and he sat down in front of me.
"Good to know your love can be bought by food." He said and I sent him a cheeky smile.
"It's not the food, it's the fact that you are considerate enough to know I haven't eaten yet." He quirked an eyebrow, questioning me. "And I'm offended you would think anything else." I teased and immediately started braiding his hair not having much time to spare before the festival. He laughed at the comment and I realized I missed the sound. Over the past week we hadn't spent as much time together as normal. "I've missed you; I feel like we've barely been able to talk over the past week."
