“Her unbound hair slid over a shoulder, and she saw him mark that, too.

His voice was rough as he said, 'I've never seen you with your hair down.'

She always wore it braided across her head or pinned up. She frowned at the locks that flowed to her waist, the gold amongst the brown glimmering in the dim light. 'It's a nuisance when it's down.'

'It's beautiful.”