I never thought these kinds of meetings are nerve-wracking. It's been a week since the funeral and that was the last time I saw Ares. I understand. He has a Kingdom to run and soon, he will be crowned King. But when can I see him again? I want to see him again. Especially today. But I guess we can't help it.
I sighed as I beheld myself in front of the mirror as I wore a cream dress. I looked too...regal. I didn't know I could look regal.
"And for the last touch..." Malory gestured me to bow so she could put the tiara on my head. I groaned.
"I wish they made this lighter. It's painful on my head," I said which earned a chuckle from her.
"You'll get used to it. Or you could ask the makers to make it according to your preferences," she straightened my dress.
"I can do that?"
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