“Is she ready?” The voice behind her made her turn from the mirror to see her father, “You look lovely, Ayla.”
This was the first time she had seen her father go out without some kind of braid in his hair. It was free to flow over his shoulders and back, framing his face, making his violet orbs stand out against his pale skin. He wore a light blue tunic with a silver sash like belt around his upper waist with a secondary dark leather one crossing under it. There was a sword tucked into his side that was long enough to go just past his knee where his boots reached. There was a silver tip to the collar and tips of his boots.
This was also the first time she had seen him with the official circlet crown across his forehead. The others were more decorative while this one was symbolic; the Cro
