Duty
Long blond hair flowed over her bare shoulders, tumbling down her back;
so carefully dyed that it looked natural. She stood in front of her wardrobe,
systematically withdrawing one item at a time, scrutinizing then dismissing it.
Carefully returning each to its rightful place in the closet, she finally settled
on a simple black gown.
Resolute, she sat down at her vanity and carefully wound her luxurious hair into
a tight, practical bun. Dabbing on a drop of perfume, and leaning back, her
emerald eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she inspected her creation. Displeasure
shone in those green depths, even as she sighed and arose. Pushing aside her
wayward thoughts, she drew in a deep, cleansing breath, smiled brightly, and
opened the door.
