"The Capital was beautiful. Ceasaria had only been multiple times and when she heard Kalypso would get to go in her stead, her beautiful face twisted into envy." — The Lovable Villainess, Chapter Twelve.
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The sun wasn't even in the sky when I was woken up by Mina. Her tender hands brushed through my dark pink tresses and weaved them into a braid. I was barely awake. My eyes wished to close shut as I yawned, trying to stifle my exhaustion with a certain type of excitement but I couldn't even convince myself.
"Are you still tired, Ceasaria?" Aramus asked. I knew him by his voice now. I recognized him despite the bleariness in my vision. I opened my arms to him, asking to be carried and within a second, he picked me up. "You're still far too light."
"I'm tired and eating a lot," I answered back, rubbing my eyes. I was wearing gloves I observed. Cain was also there, and he didn't look tired. I sleepily waved at him and he waved back.
"She looks cute," Cain said, poking my cheek.
