The comb made long, slow strides through the long amethyst colored hair of the elder princess of the kingdom of Nohr. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Camilla glanced back at the one brushing her hair.

"I'm surprised at how adept you are at brushing someone else's hair for the first time, sweetie."

Her husband, Corrin, her former adopted little brother who was Hoshidan royalty that was raised in Nohr who was actually Valla-born (Long story) chuckled softly at her statement.

"What can I say? It's easier than it looks, I suppose."

On any other morning, brushing her hair in front of a mirror would just be another part of Camilla's daily routine, but on this morning, figuring that managing all of that hair by herself was no easy task, Corrin opted to brush her hair for her, much to her surprise.

"Have I hurt you at all?" He asked her, a sudden surge in nervousness coming over him. "Am I brushing too hard?"

Hearing the uncertainty in his voice, Camilla giggled affectionately. Despite being married for over a year now, he always voices his concern for her well being whenever they get intimate like this. It was adorable, and this instance of it made her want to scoop him up in one of her signature hugs that she always loves to give him. But considering their current position, she decided to hold off on it until later.

"Not at all, Corrin." She replied, a dreamy smile on her face. "Just keep going at your current pace."

"Got it."

A few minutes of more brushing later, Camilla's flowing hair no longer had a trace of bed head left. She ran a hand through it, satisfied.

"Perfect." She said, reaching for her tiara on the table in front of her and placing it atop her head. "You're even better than I thought at this."

"Heh heh." Corrin laughed, stroking his own cheek with a finger.

"So now it's time for me to return the favor!"

"Wha-"

Before Corrin knew it, he was sat down on the same stool that his wife was on a moment before as she took a comb from the table in front of them. He could see her signature warm smile in her reflection in the mirror.

"Now, why don't we take care of your bed head now?"

Corrin nodded and closed his eyes as Camilla got to work on brushing his hair.

Despite his hair only reaching his neck compared to hers which almost reached her waist, combing Corrin's hair was quite a challenge, Camilla found out. It was tangled in practically every single direction possible and it was oh so bushy. Despite this, Camilla continued on, brushing Corrin's hair straight as much as humanly possible.

"How do you feel?" She asked as she brushed the hair near his forehead to the side.

"It's nice." Corrin admitted, blushing a bit as Camilla rested one of her hands on his shoulder for leverage. She was giving him the same treatment he gave her: Long, slow strides through his ashen hair.

After a few minutes of this, Camilla stepped back, done, as Corrin observed himself in the mirror. For the most part, his hair wasn't sticking up anymore, having been smoothed out and combed to his right side. It was a nice look, he decided.

"Thanks a bunch, Cammy." He said, running a hand through it. "Now, why don't we get ready for the rest of the day?"

"Of course, darling. But first..."

He could see her approaching in the mirror, yet he still let out a short gasp as she wrapped her arms around his waist, crouching down to his level as she nuzzled the side of his neck with her nose, squeezing him a bit with her arms.

"We were so caught up in the moment that I didn't get a chance to truly express my gratitude." She whispered into his ear.

Hearing her softened voice, Corrin instinctively sighed as he relaxed into her arms as she began leaving more kisses across his neck.

Perhaps a few minutes of private displays of affection wouldn't hurt before officially starting their day.