Bring back the haughty to earth (head shave)

"You think that because I'm a prisoner of war, I'll let you treat me like some human commoner? I'm a high elf, I'm superior, just by name." Roared Elestiel

"It seems you're misunderstanding your situation, so the warden will show you something." The human general calmly said.

Seeing a muscular man walking inside with a pair of scissor and a blade, Elestiel panicked.

"What... What are you doing? I'm a high value prisoner!"

But no matter her complaints, the man grabbed her and tied her to a chair. Unable to escape, she could only plead as strands of hair were falling on the ground.

"Please! Don't do this! My family will pay you handsomely!"

The general who was staying in the frame door just answered. "We don't care."

"Stop this, I beg you!"

She could feel breezes on her scalp while the warden changed scissors for the blade, completely shaving her pass by pass. Soon, nothing was left.

Elestiel cried for the loss and stayed alone for a while, only getting visits from the warden to shave her growing hair. Lacking any relation, she started to see his appearances as a break in her solitary life as a prisoner. She stopped complaining and even felt eager to have her regular shaving so she could talk to someone.

A year or so passed, and they finally allowed her to get out of her cell. She was dressed in a basic farmer girl dress, and it didn't bother her at this point. She could talk more to the warden.

One day, she spotted her reflection in the mirror, her scalp with just reminiscence of her long mane. Still, it had stopped bothering her in a long time.

"Warden... would you mind, shaving other parts of my body?" She said absent-mindedly.