“How in the world do you wear this thing?” Ashlee looked in the mirror, trying to wear the crinoline of her dress. The fabric was thick and unwieldy, its lace trim catching the light of the flickering candles as she adjusted it. The room felt warmer, suffused with the scent of fresh linen and the faint tang of candle wax. Shadows danced on the stone walls, amplifying her frustration as she struggled. Is this what the queen called resting for her?
She had to try out her dress today before the evening program where her arrival would be announced. The anticipation felt like a storm coiled within her, waiting to break. Her fingers fumbled over the intricate fabric, mind darting in all directions.
No matter how many times she tried to send the mind links to Kyle, she just wasn’t able to pull
