The next day, Oriana and Arlan prepared to leave for the council hall. As they readied themselves, their servants brought out robes made from silk and fine threads of gold. Both had to wear them.
"Do I have to wear this as well?" Oriana asked.
Evanthe, who was present, informed her, "It's a sign of blessing from all the supernaturals in this kingdom. And it is made of gold because your mate is a gold dragon."
"It's beautiful," Oriana said, admiring the robe. Evanthe helped her put it on, its long sleeves draping elegantly. The robe remained open at the front, revealing the beautiful dress she was wearing underneath. The bottom hem of the robe was long, brushing along the floor as she moved, giving her a royal appearance.
Just then, someone entered the chamber. Oriana looked at the newcomer through the mirror and almost jumped in happiness. She turned around. "Seren!"
