Two weeks ago
Mia’s heart skipped in her chest as the royal bride maker turned her around so she could see herself in the mirror and appreciate what she saw.
The golden robe was perfect and blended not only with her skin but her long braided red hair which fell over it, and this gave it an alluring look. She dragged a deep breath as she beheld herself. From her braided hair adorned with gold jewellery and chains and then down her neck and wrist. She wanted to say it was too much, but this was what the king wanted and she kept her complaints to herself.
“I look amazing, thank you.” she smiled warmly at her.
The older woman beamed. “You’re welcome, my queen.” She began arranging all her kits together. “We will head out to the Palace now. I wish you all the best on your journey from her
