Princess Arey sighed as she let her hair down. It was so like Shey to be suspicious of her intentions towards the prince. She slid her hand into her hair, pretending it was Prince Morthlot's hand. Shey was absolutely right to be suspicious of her. 'I am a vixen.' Arey felt like crying. Her love of her sister was old, but her love of th Morthlot was new and exciting and different. Arey let her hair down. He was after all betrothed to Shey.