The next morning, the castle buzzed with preparations for the Honoring Ceremony—a traditional dragon ritual where visiting royalty paid tribute to the ruling family. I stood before the floor-length mirror in my chambers, adjusting the emerald-green gown Lysara had lent me. The fabric shimmered like dragon scales, hugging my curves before cascading to the floor in elegant folds.
"You look like a queen," Keila murmured approvingly.
I smoothed my hands over the bodice, my stomach fluttering. "Let's just hope I don't trip on this damn train."
I still find some of the dragons' customs weird. They didn’t want Varianlir and me to get dressed in the same room for some reason.
At least the maids here were nice and didn’t comment on my being overweight or something.
A knock sounded at t
