-Chapter 6-
The young Sere woke up the next morning in a silk comfortable bed. She had a glorious sleep after all the trouble that she had last night, She was exhausted. She woke up to find that she was in a dark room, burgundy, or almost blood red. The room was huge! The bed was facing toward the door and the bed had black silk comforters and red and gold silk sheets, with a dark gray canopy over it. Their also was a fireplace lit near the corner of the room that made the room look golden. As Serenity got up from her slumber she yawned sleepily and looked around the room, she loved it! It was everything that she ever wanted! She saw a balcony to the left of her bed and she walked out and noticed where she was.
"It's beautiful! I've never seen anything like this in my life! It's so gorgeous! I could just stay in this moment forever!" Sere said with her face filled with awe. "So you really think that my palace is that beautiful huh?"
Endymion said with a slight smirk on his face, "I really don't even know how you're standing out at the balcony, with that light nightgown on, you must be freezing." He said as he started laughing as Sere gave him an annoyed look,
"Well, if you know I'm only wearing a nightgown, then what are you still doing here?!!! And why did you come in here in the first place?!"
"I came to tell you breakfast was ready" said Endymion, "I guess I should've knocked first, just not used to doing it." he said apologetically. "Don't worry about it, it'll be okay, I forgive you." She said as she gave him a wink and a smile "Well then get dressed and hurry down stairs." Then Endymion left the room. As soon as the door shut Sere locked it to make sure no one else would end up making an accident like that again. She walked over to what they called a "closet" it was like another room! It had everything in it! Shoes, dresses, pants, skirts, shirts, gowns … the works! even combat wear, which she found more to her liking. She traveled into the never-ending room to finally settle her eyes on something that seemed to appeal to her. A tight, long sleeve black shirt, black pants, high boots and a… red sash to cover her sword, the usual cape , then she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she felt that something had to change about her, her hair, it was always down, tangled and sloppy.
So she thought she'd go for a change. She looked into and began to brush her hair thinking of what she could do with it. First she started to put her long silver locks into high ponytails to keep it out of her eyes, except for the slight couple of strands that fell graciously across her face. Then she began to put half of it up into a bun on each pigtail. She remembered this hairstyle from when she was a little girl she used to love it greatly until her friends would always tease her and call her "odango head" so she never wore it again because she wasn't a "ditzy meatball head" and that was the day she knew she was growing up.
Yet she sure did miss it! And it fit her well too. Kept her hair out of her eyes the best way it could. So she looked at herself one more time in the mirror with her last piece of sheer confidence and walked out the door.