Esme's POV
I felt eyes on my back. My red hair wasn't common. If she recognized me and tried to speak to me, then Elle would get involved.
Since I knew this place better, I pulled Elle toward the dorms and into the lonely training ground.
We waited at an exterior bathhouse. This place was close to the teacher's house, and there was no training until evening, according to Levine.
"Elle, by any chance, do you have something to dye my hair?" I wanted to wait until I visited that Duke's region, but his person was already strolling about. "Not permanently. I just want to appear different."
Elle watched my expression for a while. She forced a smile. "I do have something." She wanted to say more but ended it there.
"Stay here, Mistress." She disappeared.
I strayed farther down the training ground and saw a wooden stool to sit on. I wondered what she wanted to say. She shouldn't think I didn't trust her to protect me. Dyeing my hair was something I had always wanted to try.
