The day of the Golden Jubilee ball approached too fast. The golden dress fits me like a glove and my hair is in an intricate hairdo with some of it up, braids creating a beautiful pattern, while the rest is flowing down my bare back in perfect curls.
Rien walks into my changing room and all the maids disappear the moment they see him. I wonder what he was doing to servants before I arrived here because they are all clearly terrified of him. But that’s a thought for another time because as soon as I catch his reflection in the mirror, I see how great he looks today in a beautiful black coat with golden embroidery and a dark cloak draped over one shoulder with the same golden patterns on the edging – all symbols of the gerdian royal family, which Rien’s ducal house is allowed to wear o
