"That is weird, Milady. Every lady is blessed with gorgeous hair that must always suit her appearance. For a special ball like this, you need to be at your best, milady. At your very best else Milord would be put to shame."
Isadora turned around, her head slightly facing Ophelia who also was staring at her, "What do you mean by put to shame?"
"His lordship ensures that every maiden he takes as his consort be dressed most gorgeously. This also brings a high prestige to his name and most especially, he shall be acknowledged for taking care of his mistresses."
"Did it matter if he doesn't? I thought a ruler has the right to do whatsoever and should not care about what the people see of him. A ruler is chosen by the gods and the people under him are at his mercy. It's funny if his lordship has to go through all the stress of making his newly taken mistress well pleasurable to the eyes of the people. Isn't that sarcastic?"
