I was instructed to stay close to the prince, especially at tonight’s ball. I would seek him out after the introductions and speeches were complete. Tonight, marked the beginning of the rat race between every eligible noble family vying for their daughter's hand to be claimed by the King of Aelfhelm. It was to be pandemonium…
Once the Prince had left my parlour shrouded in his cloak, Marie and Ceilia got to work. I didn’t realise that what I currently wore wasn’t suitable for this evenings event, that it required a garment having been made especially for me. My mothers dresses had always been the most elegant and gorgeous items of clothing I’d ever laid eyes on, so it was a shock to find out they were out of style for todays Faerie court. Too modest, too clean cut, at least for a ball of
