[Whatever brave young suitor plans on sharing the same bed as Anna does one day really doesn't know just what kind of horrors await them. Though one would think Anna's range of movement on Naomi would be a fair bit restricted by the seatbelt, somehow, as she always does, the girl finds a way. So there she is, sprawled out all over poor Naomi's lap, letting out a decisively ungraceful snore as she tosses and turns the legs acting as her surrogate pillow. Her hair, once neatly done in twin braids, is gradually turning into an omnidirectional mess. One of her arms is even nearly reaching the unfortunate little girl next to them, clutching at the nine-year-old's dress. ...She might even be drooling a bit...
This girl, one should remind oneself, runs a kingdom.]
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This girl, one should remind oneself, runs a kingdom.]