Nazmi had spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for their little outing. She dressed comfortably in a simple green dress and let her long hair down. It flowed gently down her back in a stretch of gray, the appearance reminiscent of the reflection of storm clouds on a lake.
In the seclusion of the Prince's room, she was able to see herself in her true form in the mirror. She had finally started to get used to seeing herself as a fae being and not a fragile human girl all the time. Nazmi sighed wistfully; if only she could take her true form all the time, then she wouldn't have to feel so restrained.
She ushered away her unnecessary thoughts and recentered her mind; it was going to be an important evening, after all.
