"Umm, Sin she's doing it again," Ja'far said, nervously sticking his head into the office to find the guy half asleep at his desk. He bolted awake upon the arrival of his advisor. Upon processing what he said Sin completely understood what was going on.

With a sigh he got up and knew exactly where to go.

"I got it!" I could be heard screaming down the halls. He didn't even bother knocking before entering my room, seeing that I was working hard to stop the maid from helping me.

"You can go," Sin dismissed her, and she ran away to her freedom. I walked around picking up the slight mess I had made from staying up the night before. "Why do you do this?" Sin asked me, sitting down at my desk.

I yelped as I had stepped on my hair. My hair always grew at an alarmingly quick rate. "Cause I don't need help taking care of myself," I proclaimed, putting my books back on the shelf. Sin came up behind me and pulled up my hair, so I would not trip on it any more.

Sin just rolled his eyes, "You're only half dressed," he pointed out holding up the other half of my outfit. Sur ei had on enough clothes where everything was covered, but it looked off. And the entire outfit was too fancy for my liking.

I grummbled as I figured out which book went where. "You're the one who want me to wear differ outfits, I still would prefer to be in my rose robe and shorts," I reminded him.

Aslifht sigh left his mouth. "If that's what makes you happy," he kissed my forehead and left. "Just stop terrorizing the servants."

"Then stop sending them to me," I retorted as my fiance left my room, leaving me to pick up after my experiments. There was a knock on my door, and I let out a lid groan, thinking it was yet another maid sent to help me.

I stormed over to the door, my hair brushing the floor behind me. "What do you want?" I asked, completely annoyed and done with this. That took a complete flip after I saw who it was. "Dunya sorry, I thought it was a maid," I apologized to my friend.

She gave me a smile and walked into my room "It's fine," the girl shrugged it off. She then noticed the mess I was in the midst of cleaning up. "Would you like some help?" Dunya asked sweetly.

"I got it," I said picking up the pile off tools. "I made the mess, so I'll pick it up." I just threw them onto the worktable, which was home to plenty more.

Dunya didn't listen and started helping. "Where do you want me to put these?" she asked holding up a pile of books.

"I'm could you put them on the shelve, I have them organized alphabetically," I informed her as I shifted through papers. "If they don't have title out them on the bottom shelf horizontally." Some of them were notes that I needed to organize myself so I know where they were.

Clening went by so much quicker thanks to Dunya's help. We then had plenty of free time just to laze about." You're hair is so long," Dunya commented. She could be playing with the ends for all I knew. I was nose deep in a book, probably a short ways away from remaking the mess we just cleaned up. "No wonder you always keep it up."

I scoffed at her comment. "I actually take it down every night, I just haven't put it back up today," I explained. Sometimes it gets painful from having all that hair pulling in my head, so days down every now and then help.

"Can I do you're hair?" my friend asked, showing the excitement of a child. I let her braid my hair. Her small agile hands in my hair was extremely calming. It took a while to finish, but it was worth it. She padded infront of me, holding a mirror. "Tada."

She out it into a lose dutch briad. I couldn't even tell she had braided it, as it wasn't pulling at my scalp. Them it looked extremely well on me. "Wow," was all I could say. It was so much better than I coils ever do.

"Thanks," she pushed and sat down next to me. "I enjoy helping you out,"Dunta confess out of no where. I looked to her to explain. " I sorta feel out of place know that I'm back at full health. Like I don't belong here. But helping you out makes me feel like I do. "

An idea popped into my head. I stood up and faced my fellow bluenette. "Dunya would you like to be my assistant?" I asked her in a formal tone. She looked to be confused. "Well I already need some help as it is, then I'll start needing to plan the wedding soon, then I'll be Queen with duties to do, and I sure would love to have someone by my side helping me out where they can."

"So you're maid?" she asked judgingly.

I scowled at the word. "No," I hissed, "Assistant. I won't have you being diibg tasks for me, but helping me complete the tasks I need to do." I still held a smile. "But first and foremost you will be my friend."

I reached out my hand to help her up. She gave me a smile and grabbed my hand. "I guess I could, but I'd need to know more of what it will entail..." she agreed, but a bit worried.

I pulled her under my arms and started walking out of the room with her. "There's nothing to worry about, I'm much easier to deal with than most people think."