Chapter Thirty-Four.
Fitz almost swallowed his tongue at the sight of his angel in red. She looked stunning in her outdoor dress, the white rabbit fur around the cuffs, a shade darker than her hair, a perfect contrast against the bright red of the thick velvet long flowing dress, with a hood that hung down her back. Her hair was braided circling her head like a crown, red beads woven into it, periodically, before gathering just below her ear on the side and clipped into place with a clip made from red and silver beads, before hanging lose in large natural waves on her right-hand side. She glided across the kings dining room, as if floating on air, with grace that only Queen Juliette of the fae could achieve. The king’s eyes were fixed on her as she moved, as the world around him disappea
