"I think red would be better, bold and dangerous, that's the kind of passion I want saturating the ballroom on that day. There's no chance for dullness." Queen Maeve selected from the numerous fabrics handed to her by the Fae committee in charge of the preparation.
Two days was all that was left to the matchmaking ball and she had to ensure that no stone was left unturned. Queen Maeve was investing her whole time on this knowing that it was essential for her precious son Valerie's future. She would do anything, go to any length to secure that throne for him. Not that the bastard son appreciates her gesture.
