Dust away the winter

She shook her head in gentle amusement, and accepted defeat gracefully. Lia kept trying to cram herself back into the box she knew, and Briar and Artorias kept dragging her back out of it. One of these days, she was going to find that the box was gone entirely. She stepped into the bath, and made a soft sound as the warm water touched her dirty coat. She eased herself in with a sigh of relief. She didn’t like feeling dirty any more than Briar, but she’d gone a little more accustomed to it.

She opened her mouth to protest as Briar put her hands in her coat and began to wash her, and then stifled it. Knowing arguing wouldn’t get her anywhere. “You're supposed to be the Queen, and I the handmaiden ' she said instead, closing her eyes and letting herself enjoy the feeling of being pampered.

It did feel rather good, letting Briar wash the soat from her coat, and she could feel the gentle tug of Briar cleaning her antlers. “It is shocking, it’s like you have no idea how special you are” She whispered through closed eyes.

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