Titannabell began her evening ritual of preparing herself for bed. At home she was accustomed to her comforts, but being the Princess she was subject to travel and staying in a variety of makeshift accommodations to honour her. Some of the efforts were very nice but sometimes they forgot the trivial things which made her feel like a person rather than an exhibit. In this instance, because she was in the breakfast room there were plenty of tables available to lay out her clothes but there was nowhere for her to wash her silky hair in the morning. Perhaps she could stroll down to the nearest lake in the morning, although she would have to dress to do that. She also missed the squish of her mattress, and although there were hundreds of blankets at her disposal it just wasn’t the same. Perhaps she could find something to compensate for that.
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