When the announcement of Freya's arrival was made, everyone turned to the entrance of the outdoor venue at the stairs. They had heard a lot about Freya but barely a few had seen her. The ones who trained in Linwood Mage academy or the ones who participated in the war with her.
A tiara on a dove gray hair appeared before the aloof face of the princess came to their sight. May it be a charm of Roosevelts or genes of Linwood, Freya had the appeal that drew the attention to her.
Her hair was free in waves that fluttered to the soft wind. Her yellow gown had a broad neckline, giving enough place for her unique butterfly-designed necklace to adorn her neck.
The embellished corset of the dress hugged her body, spread out below her waist. The ruffled top layer of the ball gown was studded with small butterflies made of clothes. She looked gorgeous yet subtle for a royal or noble princess.
