Talia sits on the floor staring at the beautiful gown she is to wear the following day. The sun is high in the sky and the brilliant rays make the ice crystals dance different colors along the bodice. She can hear the commotion of preparations for the big day happening outside and she is exhausted from the constant meetings with council members, elders, and royal dressers. The minutes until her wedding seem to be going max speed and she still has not come to terms with the decision she has made. She reaches a tentative hand out and lets the fine silk of the skirt run along her fingertips.
“If only life could go as smooth as this silk.” She says and hugs her knees to her chest. Anna and Nissa enter the room and exchange glances when they see the position their mistress is in.
“Mistress,
