An hour later, I sat in the bath tub while Nanny Nia worked on my hair.
She had placed the mixture of black dye on my hair and massaged the paste in.
Before we had begun, I made sure to look at myself in the mirror for a very long time.
I gently touched my fire red curls.
It was the way I had been for the rest of my life.
I thought of how it was the only other thing apart for my necklace to have a firm bond between my later mother and I.
Urma had told me that my mother had had red hair in fire curls just like mine and no matter how long she had tried to tame them, they never went straight or flat.
It had become her signature.
Wild and free.
I hated to do this but I had no choice.
Nanny Nia had stood with the mixed paste and asked me. "Jasmine are you sure this is what you want?" ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ฟ๐๐ต.๐๐๐
I touched my hair one last time and felt the texture in between my fingers.
It was going to stop everyone from staring.
Going to stop me from over explaining.
And most of all, it was going to stop me from being reminded of what I was.
An abnormally.
Me dying my hair felt as though I was evolving into a new version of myself and the old Jasmine had died with her baby.
It was going to be a new beginning for me
I nodded. "Yes it is."
And that was when she began to massage it into my hair.
The paste was cool and seemed to be a relaxant on my head.
I felt Nanny Nia gather all strands of my hair and soon it was all wet.
She kept on working on it and we were in the bathtub for almost two hours.
"How effective is this paste going to be?" I asked Nanny Nia as she massaged my head.
"Hildegard told me that it could last for a whole year." Nanny Nia explained. "Apparently members of the royal family who began shedding their red would use this to dye their hair."
"But this is black." I pointed out.
"Well." She continued. "This is just a coloring. There is a certain type of ingredient that is used here that makes the dye last. This same ingredient was used to mix red dye just so they could hide their hair turning black."
I batted my eyes in disbelief. "Really?"
"Yes." She nodded as she swiped off dye that had trickled down my ear.
"Surprising isnโt it. From what I know, there are two ways you can end your rule as King or Queen. The first is by death. You can be a ruler of all wolves til you die or when your time ends to rule the crown, your hair starts to become black."
"So a lot of them try to hide it by dying their hair red so that they can remain on the throne." She explained to me.
The wolf culture was truly very interesting.
I nodded. "And so what happened to them? Did they ever get away with it?"
"I donโt think so." She said. "It always came out in the end. Itโs an ironic isnโt it?"
"Whatโs ironic?" I asked as I gently wrapped my wet hands around my body.

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