A few hours later, Octavia's departure had finally arrived. The entire time, she was kept inside her room, given medicine and treatments to make her into her most beautiful, sublime self.
At this time, she was being dressed and arranged, looking blankly in front of her as if without much thought.
"Master Piddes is the Lord's oldest son," her head maid, Trea, said as she arranged her hair for her. "You will have a good marriage—much, much, better than others. People will envy you."
"Hmn," she just said, completely noncommittal. She just stared at herself in the metallic mirror, eyes devoid of much life.
Her other maid, Esstia, looked at her in pity, but did not say anything, just silently fixing the details for her, making sure she was as beautiful as she could be.
At this time, Octavia was already 'fixed' by a healer and there was no mark of the bruises or blood not too long ago.
