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When we finally left the bathroom, my hair was already completely goosebumps from so long under the water, and Vraxlon had a malicious little smile on his face that didn't go away for a long time. When we returned to the room, however, we returned to reality when our clothes were waiting, raised in the air, and, as if the castle could predict my actions before I spoke, I could see that each dress contained enough pomp to demonstrate that we were going to a very important event.

Vraxlon put on the black pants that the castle erected towards him, and buttoned the dress shirt up to an inch below his chest, leaving the muscles above visible to any curious person. By pure magic, his hair dried and was combed, before his prince's crown descended gently on his head.

While watching the castle spoil him with his care, I was also being pampered. My hair was combed and dry, falling around my arms with soft ripples. A tiara slid gently around my hair, clinging to my forehead like a tangles of thi