"Roses," I point out as I touch the fabric roses on the dress I was going to wear. Damien's coronation would take place later today so he was getting dressed in his attire behind me. In front of me was a floor length gown coloured red. The skirt of the dress was made entirely out of red roses getting smaller, the higher up to the corset they are.
I turn around to face Damien and he simply shrugs making the tassels on his epaulettes fly everywhere. I hold back a laugh as I put them back in place. "They thought since your surname is rose it would be a nice touch to make us wear roses," he explains referring to the tailors who made our clothes.
I nod, tracing the faint gold rose pattern on his uniform. He wore a black officer's uniform since it was some sort of tradition. Damien looked good
