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Eunoia lay in her canopy, adorned four poster bed. Her hair was splayed around her like a halo, except that halo was a wild mess of tangles and curls. She yawned quietly, her hand instinctively covering her eyes from the sun that peered through the large window.
She glanced up at the clock; it was only 7:00 AM, early but not too late. Perfect timing. She cannot keep her soldiers waiting for orders afterall. So, she'd best go and get ready to start the day.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet slipping into her fluffy blue slippers. She stood up, having a slight wobble with a creak of her joints before slowly balancing her body out. Her footsteps were quiet, light and barely audible over the creakings of the wooden floors as she padded towards her vanity.
She stared at the vanity, pulling the stool out before the bedroom door creaked open. Mafioso boots thudded against the floor as he stepped inside the bedroom. " Principessa. " His thick voice called out. His gaze, hidden by his fedora, flickered from the room to her before he spoke again. " Sleep well? "
Eunoia nodded, not looking at him; she held a white hairbrush that she attempted to comb through her hair. Mafioso eyebrow raised, noting how she struggled slightly, the tangles too thick to brush through.
" Need help, mia principessa? " He asked, his tone wasn't pushy or forceful, but gentle, something you would never expect from a mafia man as cruel as him.
Eunoia nodded again, passing the hairbrush to him. She shifted slightly, making herself comfortable in her seat as he approached behind her. He held her hair gently as he began to comb it.
" Your hair is beautiful, mia principessa. Like an ice river under the night sky, silky and shimmering. " He mumbled, kissing her forehead softly. Eunoia blushed a faint blue, having a small smile as she watched him through the vanity mirror.
After a while, her hair was combed and ready, the tangled strands now silky and straightened. She turned to him on the stool, bowing down. " Thank you, Don. " She said, her voice quiet and gentle as he took her hand.
" Anything for you, mia principessa. " He said, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.