She had had a wide grin on her face when she wore the gown, it was the gown she had worn the day of the virgin runaway. She wanted to feel and act like her old self today, not the Dru part of her, but the Danika that didn’t know a thing. The Danika that used to be harmless and innocent. Not that she was harmful now, well, she might be, with the kind of thoughts running through her mind every now and then. She braided her long hair and had it rained on her right shoulder while she stared at herself in the mirror.
‘Perfect,’ she mused. Was this how she had looked that day? She was certain it was, just that, that day she had no sophistication or the charisma of a queen. She felt useless and used, forlorn, even. But today, she could feel he invincible tiara above her head, and it was making
