"Who else will comb and braid it?"

Even as Queen, even as Earl, Lagertha only let her servants help her braid the more complicated styles. She'd long learned to manage the blonde mass of silk. Her brow furrowed a little as she sifted through the morning fog of her head for what she did last remember.

"Raiding in Paris.." She scooted and shifted onto her back, laying her head to the side, obscuring half her face behind the mess of hair as she got a better look at her companion. "Where is 'here'?"