An exhausted-looking young lady, still recovering from Summer Court, greeted the monarch once she was within the castle.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty," she said with a sleepy bow...before noticing that something is odd here.

"Er...did you just get back from Court, my lady? And do your hair differently?" she asked as politely as she could. A part of her noticed that, under the queen's usual impressive aura, something felt...different, and she was trying rather poorly to define it.