"Don't exaggerate Pen, we have the Princesses to contend with," Neera said.
"No negativity on this day, Neera", Pen held up a warning finger. She stood and held up the gown, to which Neera gasped. In Pen's hands was a fabric that looked like it was made from water. She touched it, wondering if it was real, as her fingers were met by the softest material ever.
"This… is beautiful," Neera said.
"Well, you have the King to thank for it later, now," Penelope set it down and stared at her friend up and down. "Let us make magic."
When the sun was up and ready to resume its full duty, its rays were cast like a spotlight on the throng of people streaming into the castle. Children bounced in with glee, adults in their bests, and royal carriages made their way in. Azriel watched this procession from the King's chambers, trusting his men on the ground to handle everything.
