Xenia couldn't believe what she was going through right now. Sure, it wasn't as stressful as being held captive against her will by a foreign sovereign or being thrust into the middle of combat with nothing but her wits and her sword, but it was pretty up there in terms of how much her indecisiveness was currently affecting her judgment.
Then again, the subject of getting the perfect design for her wedding dress was way too important for her to mess up. The royal seamstress already had a variety of wedding dresses to choose from but she was having a hard time picking what she wanted.
"I'd really want it to be based on Ebodia," Xenia wondered aloud, staring at her current self in the mirror as she eyed the gown she was wearing. "I want to represent my home kingdom, after all."
