~Storme~
“Isn’t this so pretty?”
I ran my fingers over the Taffeta silk of the gown in my hands, admiring the delicate embroidery. It was a beautiful dress; deep green with gold-threaded vines curling along the bust area.
It was one of those dresses that I’d never thought about wearing, but somehow, Grace had dug them up while re-arranging my closet.
“I could wear this to a formal occasion, right? What do you think, Grace?” I asked, turning to where my maid had been standing just moments ago.
But she wasn’t there. I frowned, then remembered that she had gone to fetch me some juice.
I sighed, setting the dress down on the bed. Grace had always been quick, efficient, and unusually cheerful for someone who works in this depressing palace. I had grown used to the sound of her laughter in
