*Polly*
I wake the morning after my wedding, feeling confused. The wedding itself was a blur of smiling faces… the grave eyes of the High priest…. the moment I heard Fennec’s strong voice promise to be mine 'til death do us part, the moment when I myself said I do and saw a lightning-quick smile touch his lips.
Later, after we had returned home, my maid, Amélie, divested me of the despised puff of lace and silk that my mother identified as the perfect fairy-tale gown… and which twelve seamstresses worked on day and night for a week in order to finish… and puts me in a sheer pink negligee. With ruffles.
My new father-in-law had vacated the matrimonial chambers, and I undressed in the bedchamber belonging to the former Luna Princess, a room so large that it could contain my former bedroom
