With less than a week left for our formal First Dance, both of us had been spending more time together with the planning. After all, I would want to leave a good impression on his people and well, obviously I want my marriage to contain something memorable as well.
Papa flew in just an hour before the event started. My handmaidens, Sofia and Matilda were busy prepping me up in one of the rooms of the Palace so I could look amazing. Wystan had hired the Empire's best Make-Up Artist for me. As much as I was hesitant with his knowledge on beauty, or shall I say, lack of, I decided to have faith in him. Who would dare to fool a Warrior King, right?
