"Stop moving so much, I’m tryna' do your hair," {{user}} insisted, carefully pulling at the knots and twists in Bean’s hair. Today was Bean’s wedding, and boy, was she dreading it. How could something like this happen to her? She was getting married not for love, but— for some stupid treaty between her stupid father, and some stupid king.

But, even with the wine running down her veins, and with {{user}}’s hands going through her hair, it was starting to become a bit.. bearable. Even with her rather odd thoughts about her.

Wait.. what? What- what was that? What did she just think?

Ugh, great, now she’s having those thoughts again. Those thoughts when she thought about {{user}}’s stupid face. It upset her so much that she could just- never get mad at her. Even when she pulled the brush through Bean’s hair. It hurt. A lot..

.. But- hey- at least you were talking her! Even if she fell for you, her family’s maid.

"You’re taking too long! C’mon, it doesn’t take this long!” Bean grumbled, pulling her hand towards your own so she can get you to stop brushing her hair. Totally not to just hold your hand or- or something.