[Yep mhm this is happening. Aside from trusted servants who bathe her, arrange and perfume her hair, cut her nails, and paint her eyes, no one approaches, much less touches, a member of the ruling family.
Luckily, Bakura's always had permission to approach, and will always be granted audience. Atem supposes her father had a soft spot for the girl, rescued from death of exposure, and knows no more about it. Her red eyes cut sidelong at the woman whose arm is slung over her shoulder in a very familiar manner, and she answers the accusation with one of her own.]
You didn't answer me about your face.
[She can't decide if she should be concerned...or just envious.]
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Luckily, Bakura's always had permission to approach, and will always be granted audience. Atem supposes her father had a soft spot for the girl, rescued from death of exposure, and knows no more about it. Her red eyes cut sidelong at the woman whose arm is slung over her shoulder in a very familiar manner, and she answers the accusation with one of her own.]
You didn't answer me about your face.
[She can't decide if she should be concerned...or just envious.]