Hairband → Tiara

I can't keep count: I can't even track my heartbeat to measure the time. My only means of staying sane is fantasy, at this point. At least I wore my 'Hairband' today, as I'm not expected to appear for court. I can't imagine how much the weight of my 'Tiara' might--

--ever... seem... to weigh upon me?

I love my tiara: it's nice, simple, and elegant with a little red jewel. It was a commission from father to celebrating my coming-of-age. I was a little despondent at the time, having failed to achieve any advanced class qualifier beyond the expected 'Princess,' but father - and even Arma, as... warped as she's become - were there to reassure me. It's a fond memory, even if it reminds me a little of my shame...

...anyway!

I'm stuck in place and not even my heart is beating, so frozen am I, but that still leaves me to contend with the lingering effects of Arma's spellcraft from her... nightly activity. It's starting to get frustrating: I'm not the type of girl to debase herself, as Arma's grown to do, but even I worry about how well I'll be able to maintain my composure once I'm finally released, after having stood in this lust-stained room for so long.

I hope to be free soon. I don't want to think of the alternative...

(princess' sister, wavy light-green hair, apron, princess' dress, surprised expression, medium breasts, tiara, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)

[AN: It's funny how we seem to be doing almost the reverse options in these two Princess' sister branches. In one Cheryl is degrading into a completely oversexed slut that gets off on her sister's excess, in the other she's becoming a more pure, proper, and demure young woman than she was to begin with... mostly.]

[Phrases changed: 3 / 10. Current track: we're at 30% Princess' Sister, 70% baseline Cheryl.]