Chapter Ninety
The day of the ceremony.
Third Person’s Point of View
“Someone bring the dress in!”
The usually calm and quaint room is suddenly filled with people screaming left to right. There are no words to explain both the confusion and the panicked state that she was in. Everyone was professional and knew exactly what they were doing, and all she had done for the past hour and so was to look directly at the mirror.
Dyci brushed her hand to her forehead, feeling like she was breaking in a cold sweat. One of the wind mages had made sure that she would not sweat, so it was not a surprise to only feel her skin and nothing more. Everyone was busy running around, her ears hearing the way some staff had screamed at another.
“Please close your eyes, Your Highness,” a soft voice aske
