Meanwhile in her room, has already started making doubly certain that all her normal clothing was packed away. Stands for a moment, staring at herself in the mirror. She hated looking like a lady. The way people stared at her when she was in a gown.  Her figure (when not flattening her chest to be more masculine) was quite pleasing. She was very svelte from all her training, yet she still had attractive curves. Frowns at her image.<br/><br/>"I hate you..." says more to herself in the dress than the dress itself. "I'll never be you. Ever. I'm going to be a soldier, not a damn concubine to some man." practically spits the last part out, as if it were some vile taste that she couldn't be rid of. In her mind, her mirror image laughed at her, a feminine girl with pretty eyes. Quickly turns away, and hears the door open, seeing Henrik come in.<br/><br/>Grins widely but frowns a bit. "I guess I wasn't able to fool Mother at all. Father hardly noticed but I'm not entirely surprised. He's been so deep in thought lately" sits down on a chair. "Let me guess..." says with a roll of her eyes, "She wants you to talk to me about being on my best god damn behavior so I don't offend some more old wench and probably wants me to be all sweet and charming towards the men. Am I close?" raises an eyebrow.