The door to Alice's room opened and a slave walked in. "My lady," she bowed her head a bit as a sign of respect. "It is time to leave for the palace halls. They are awaiting the arrival of the bride now."
Alice sighed, a look of sadness on her face as she stared at herself in the mirror before her. Her back was turned to the slave who had just walked in, so the slave could only see her appearance from the back. "How do I look?" She asked her.
"You look amazing, my lady. Nobody in the castle is as beautiful as you are today." The slave replied her.
Hearing this, it sounded a bit comforting, and her confidence returned immediately. "Are you sure about that?" She asked as she turned to face the slave.
