Arthea wanted to peel herself away from the fabrics, she was used to wear the soldiers uniform tightly fit covering every inch of her body from head to toe and tightly sealed her body unlike the deep neckline gown giving ample amount of space for the collarbones to display.
"Is it done yet?" grunted Arthea.
"Patience Arthea" Princess Alora whispered.
Grabbing the dagger in her hands, Arthea slowly slipped it inside her dress from the neckline, tugging it near her waist at the silver lining, she hid it safe within the smooth fabrics.
Crushing the petals of freshly blommed rose, adding the scents to it, Alora smeared the redness on Arthea's lips.
Arthea felt dumbfound at the reflection in the mirror, she couldn't recognize herself dressed up in a shimmering fabric ending near the toes, hair neatly curled and her face glowing.
"I am going to miss everything," Alora sounded dull as she spoke.
