HIDDEN EDGES
I ask.
"Yeah," he responds, "she was a brunette beforehand, precisely brown."
"What does it mean?"
"Well," he says, moving his hand from my hair to my neck, tracing vertical lines and my stomach flops. "The first queen, Queen Imelda, was the most powerful being in our world and no one matched her power until my mother was crowned Queen and her hair changed as we but no one actually knows the true significance." His fingers running along my neck makes it hard to concentrate, so I move away and turn to face him, acting like his touch doesn't affect me.
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