After a couple of hours, Aurianna strolled through the grand halls of her father's opulent palace, a distinct displeasure etched across her face.
"Tch, I should've never let them have their way with my outfit," Aurianna grumbled, her fingers tightening around her dress. "All I wanted was a cute nail polish, not this dark, brooding shade. And a bow for my hair would have been a nice touch," she complained. She was decked out in an elegant, form-fitting black dress that clung to her waist before flowing gracefully down in an A-line, skimming the pristine marble floors.
"What kind of taste is this? These colors are so depressing!" Aurianna vented her frustration, punctuating her words with stomps of her heels.
"It suits you, princess," Shialor offered with a faint chuckle, earning herself a sharp glare from Aurianna.
"I meant to say... your personality and demeanor match your attire," Shialor nervously backpedaled, hoping to salvage the situation.
