[Doing her hair is a little more difficult with the horns currently springing from Lilias’s brow, but that’s why she wants Ophelia to do it instead of her—that, and because she wants to feel her fingers on her scalp. Lilias closes her eyes as Ophelia begins to comb and separate her hair, though her posture remains straight-backed. It’s been a long time since she had anyone else to do her hair for her; she hadn’t realized until just now how much she missed the sensation. When Ophelia speaks a second time, she replies without opening her eyes.]
You may address me as “my lady.”
[She says it firmly, but without any particular condemnation. After all, this is only the first time Lilias has instructed her on terms of address. As for the rest, she decides that the compliment is a welcome one. There is no one else present for her to speak with, so although she isn’t inclined to tend to Ophelia’s whims, she’s not remotely inclined to ignore her presence. If anything, she thinks she’d like to hear more.]
You think so, do you? [A hint of amused pleasure curves her lips.] How striking am I? Tell me.
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You may address me as “my lady.”
[She says it firmly, but without any particular condemnation. After all, this is only the first time Lilias has instructed her on terms of address. As for the rest, she decides that the compliment is a welcome one. There is no one else present for her to speak with, so although she isn’t inclined to tend to Ophelia’s whims, she’s not remotely inclined to ignore her presence. If anything, she thinks she’d like to hear more.]
You think so, do you? [A hint of amused pleasure curves her lips.] How striking am I? Tell me.