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Queen Ariadne's POV.
The dress was so long that Queen Vida helped to hold the edges. I strode downstairs the stairs carefully, in order not to sweep the whole harem with it. Everywhere was quiet. The last of the women, we saw were hurrying to leave. My dress took most of the time. When the seamstress brought it earlier, she had to sew the strides at the back. It was an off-shoulder.. gown. I did not expect her to add much design to the edges.
It made the dress heavy, even though it was beautiful.
"Your dress is unique. Nobody will be able to compare hers to yours" Queen Vida kept on blabbering. The Emperor was the one to determine if it was beautiful. "Queen Valeria wore a red dress today. I wonder what she is up to this time."
"Forget about her, Vida. I'm more worried about my prince. He is still in bed" I said, sadly. His sudden illness makes me wonder if this was the plot of the evil ones.
