Noir City 9
“You have such lovely hair.” Yewna’s friend, Maggie, said this as the princess of Ronalee encircled the curly tresses with the silver tiara. “What color is it?” “I don’t know.” Yewna replied, putting some finishing touches on her face. “Some days it shines as golden as the noonday sun. On darker days, brown reins supreme.”…