BELOW, the festivities were already alive.
Vaelora stood by the window, fingers resting lightly on the window sill. Carriages were lined along the courtyard, each painted with a different provincial crest. Torches flared, illuminating arriving guests dressed in their finest ceremonial garments.
“Luna.” Danika murmured behind her. “We should finish.”
Vaelora looked away from the window, and returned back to where she had been previously sitting in front of the vanity, as Danika and the two other maids hovered around her.
Her hair had already been styled, half-up braided crown, woven with delicate gold threads. The rest of her curls cascaded freely down her back, framing her face softly.
They applied some minimal makeup. A warm tone that deepened the green of her eyes, a muted rose t
