Her hair was loosened from the bun and her rough hair has gone through sessions of combing to make it silky, pinning the edges of her hair into a small clutch, several of her brown curls were left open.
Arthea wanted to peel herself away from the fabrics, she was used to wear the soldiers uniform tightly fit covering every inch of her body from head to toe and tightly sealed her body unlike the deep neckline gown giving ample amount of space for the collarbones to display.
"Is it done yet?" grunted Arthea.
"Patience Arthea" Princess Alora whispered.
Grabbing the dagger in her hands, Arthea slowly slipped it inside her dress from the neckline, tugging it near her waist at the silver lining, she hid it safe within the smooth fabrics.
Crushing the petals of freshly blommed rose, adding the scents to it, Alora smeared the redness on Arthea's lips.
