Although she had been covered with a veil most of her life, Raavi maintained an exact length for her hair—just reaching her waist. Now that she is without any concealment, she does not know how to style it, though. She watched the other servers get ready before, but just like with her other learning, it had just all been mere observation, never applied.
However, she’s no longer an Untouched.
She is a server now.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, there was pride and joy shown in her eyes, but also remnants of fear and confusion. Even when everything had already laid low, she could not find it in her to be contented with her situation. Perhaps she could only find peace when everything was back to where it was before.
She was expecting for the monarchs to some to her as soon as the
