Fourteen.

~Claire~

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The next day, after running a late bath and dressing up all alone, having mastered the process, I sat at the vanity and the dressers worked on styling my hair. Marianne had suggested we take a walk around the palace to flex my thighs, I saw it as an opportunity to tour the courtyard, of the gigantic building, that I hadn't been to.

Marianne walked in as soon as the dressers rounded up with the chignon they were gathering my hair into, my crown was fixed on top of it, an almost similar version of Adelaide's.

We head out of my room to the outside walls of the palace. Since we were still in the surrounding, Marianne dismissed the guards that prepared to accompany us.

"I hope you feel better today?" She asked.

The poise that came with every majestic step she took, left me in admiration of her. She was born into royalty and it reeked in everything she did. She was so comported, even her smile depicts her identity as a royal breed.

"Yes, I do feel better," I answered.