Mytorane turned to look at the Drail that was her bodyguard. Indeed they were strange, but her father trusted the group, and this man had yet to give her suspect to his motives, though she didn't really know what the motives were to start with.
Another thing that got her going was why it wasn't the same guy that protected her father from the few that where able to get close enough to her father to strike at him. Did the group believe the rumor of murder and have the old Drail guard disciplined?
"I'm sorry to have worried you," she said to him, her voice low and melodic. She then approached the guard and looked at his mask-covered head, "It isn't really anything you could do."
She walked passed him and made her way into her room, inside the castle. She walked up to a vanity that sat by her bed, and looked in the mirror. There her mother stared back at her, her resemblance to the old queen was indeed strong. Only the eyes, hair, and the plain blush along her cheeks differed her from her mother. Mytorane's eyes were sapphires, while Hinu's were closer to rubies. Hinu wore her hair elaborately, often trimmed to remove split ends and in fancy styles, normally up. Mytorane's hair was more simplistic, longer and down unless it was a special occasion. Finally Mytorane's true beauty shined from her face, which was lightly made-up the majority of the time, unlike her vain mother, who was happier with the more artificial look.
She looked back at the Drail, still where he was. She didn't have anything to say, and likely wouldn't for a bit. She finally took a seat on the edge of her bed and looked down at her shoes. She wasn't the pride and joy of her parents, and she knew in her heart that she could never be. Only a matter of time before she destroyed the empire that her father had founded in a seemingly long time, though it wasn't so long ago in the grander scheme of things.
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