"Why not? You have a very lovely hair, the colour appeals to the eyes and is thick, but it's in a tangled mess right now." Leah laid much emphasis on the word 'tangled'.
"Yeah, I can see that." Aria sighed sadly.
"Would Your Highness love I cut through the problem?" Leah grinned mischievously, looking over at the innocent scissors which laid so effortlessly on the dressing table.
"Hell no!" Aria hissed, her weary gaze on the scissors.
"It's okay, I can sort it out." Leah tried to reassure her. "We need to do this so we could begin with the makeover."
"Fine," she said with a huff, "but go easy on my scalp." She warned, easing her guard.
"It would be a waste for such lovely hair to go to waste." Leah teased.
Aria had never felt the unswerving urge to protect her hair before, she looked wearily at the comb as Leah's face turned devious as she approached slowly.
