"AAAHHH! MY HAIR! YOU—YOU—"
She collapsed to the ground, hands clutching her head, sobbing hysterically.
Heena looked at the clump of hair in her hand, shrugged, and casually dropped it on the floor.
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "I thought I was grabbing your hand. My depth perception must be off today."
'No one' in the vicinity believed that for a second.
The guards who'd followed them were studiously examining the ceiling. The servants were finding the floor absolutely fascinating. Even System 427 was floating with his back turned, pretending he wasn't there.
Because 'clearly' no one with functional eyes could mistake a hand for a clump of hair on someone's 'head'.
Heena ignored the sobbing Seraphina and turned her attention to the noblewoman in the reception room, who had frozen mid-rant when the Empress appeared.
Recognition dawned on Heena's face.
'Oh.'
