Getting ready for the banquet felt like preparing for some grand theatrical production.
The entire castle buzzed with activity, every corner alive with servants bustling, decorations being adjusted, and the faint hum of distant music being fine-tuned. It was overwhelming and oddly exciting at the same time.
I stood in front of the ornate mirror in our chambers, fidgeting with the hem of my silk dressing gown while Leora and two seamstresses fussed over the final touches to my gown for the evening.
The dress they had chosen for me was a masterpiece—deep emerald green, made of soft, flowing fabric that shimmered slightly in the light.
Intricate embroidery in gold and black formed swirling patterns around the neckline and down the skirt, giving it an ethereal quality.
The back dipped daringly low, which had earned a raised eyebrow from Seraphine earlier when she'd seen the sketch.
