The Royal Guard by Chickpea

The mane

After tugging his collar in place she took a step back, honey eyes glistened. "See? The pattern really does suit him. Isn't he beautiful?"

The seamstress nodded. "Mi'lady has always been a practiced artisan."

Meanwhile Sesshomaru stood perfectly still. The assistants nitpicked the rose and cream fabric. Once they were done he was shown a mirror.

"What do you think? His mistress clapped, excitement rolled off her in waves.

Normally his first instinct was to never disappoint her but this one called for his honest opinion. Sesshomaru folded his arms and snorted. "I look like a girl."

"Raise your hair."

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Prompt: raise

Words: 100