Protected by the Devil
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 thin webs and made of diamonds, and my crown was carefully positioned against my scalp, with its darkness camouflaged with my hair, and the rubies that spiraled at the ends rising imposing.
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