[Which would still be convenient on the long run. A certain close friend of the princess wants her to keep it long, but at least keeping it by the hips would still fit her helmet. It did with Cal somehow.
She stands, freed from the rest of her locks, still with a long trail of gold behind her.]
Of course, my prince. ANything for my savior.
[It bothers her a little too much how easily she gets into this role.]
[Action]
She stands, freed from the rest of her locks, still with a long trail of gold behind her.]
Of course, my prince. ANything for my savior.
[It bothers her a little too much how easily she gets into this role.]