You didn’t see the king for another week after the strange encounter you had with him. You didn’t dare wear that hairclip he put on you either. It was way too nice to be a regular hair clip, and figured it belonged to one of his concubines.

Even though he didn’t scold or threaten you for having your hair down, you didn’t do it again. You figured there were eyes everywhere around the estate despite being tucked away for the majority of the day. Someone must’ve caught you and told on you. And you didn’t want the king to have to warn you a third time.