I can do this.
I tell myself repeatedly as I restlessly pace the hall, the nervous energy makes my fire flutter anxiously in my chest. As time draws closer, I become less confident.
“Should I change? I should go change, right?” I ask Pryderi, who stands off the side watching me. She hasn’t asked me what I have decided, I think she already suspects what I will do.
“You don't need to change, it's just your nerves.” She reassures me, giving my hand a rub as I stop momentarily in front of her.
The servants send me worried glances, as I start to pace again, my slippers echoing around the room, they know something monumental is about to happen.
Just when I am about to go give in and go change, Mother arrives, dressed in green silk, her gaze taking in my nervous pacing. She approaches sl
