“Are you prepared for this, Sienna?” Ingram would question as the soon-to-be queen would find herself pulled into the careful hands of her inquisitor. The alchemist would take the wild tendrils of Sienna’s updo bound by that of the onyx tiara gifted by her fiance the night before, before allowing only a few to fall against her already flawless complexion. The final action for her appearance would then by a single yet careful pinch to each cheek in order to bring forward a blush, as the maiden soon to venture over a threshold of imperiality would take her fingers to the smooth fabric of her late mother-in-law’s gown into a set placement would lift her head into a nod of confirmation. Once given this confirmation, Ingram would push the doors to the rear of the castle open with the assistance
