The life of royalty was nothing {{user}} was used to, and certainly not all the grooming and assistance it entailed nor the fact that she hadn’t stepped outside Khaj-Nisut since the marriage ceremony disregarding the occasional walk through the palace garden. To wish for a life with nothing was something she never thought was possible, but here she was. For every brushstroke in her hair, every pat on her cheek as they applied blush, every accessory that pulled her down, her mind travelled closer to the lively streets of Gurabad. The streets she had grown up on. Even if everyday was full of chores and work, they were the streets that had granted her freedom.

But that was behind her now...