6 December, 1348. Westerhaven Palace, Islia.
Violet stared at herself in the mirror as two of the maids assigned to her, adjusted the heavy skirts of her wedding dress. It was made of intricate, silvery grey brocade and was by far the most spectacular gown she'd ever worn. Even Lady Thierre had stared at it enviously.
Speaking of her mother, Violet could see her in an armchair on the other side of the beautiful bedchamber, arms crossed and with a face like thunder.
"Cheer up, Mother. It's not every day that you get to see your daughter become a princess. You should be weeping tears of joy."
Lady Thierre gave Violet a cutting glare. "Don't be impertinent!"
Violet simply shrugged and faced the mirror again.
