Elias agreed to escort me to the last soirée before the final trial. I reluctantly agreed to go as my absence would be noted and therefore become fodder for court gossip and speculation.
I strutted into the ballroom with my head held high, dressed head to toe in one of the gowns Ceilia had managed to salvage before the Kings cronies had ransacked the place. With a few modifications Ceilia had once again turned me into a creature of beauty and confidence, the outside flawless in comparison to the ugly, twisted and broken insides of my soul. My gown was white, pure and crisp as snow. A simple design, long straight sleeves, backless with exposed boning in the bodice. The skirt was a plain silk cascading into a pool of fabric trailing behind me. If anything it was the biggest ‘f**k you’ I co
