6 December, 1348. Westerhaven Palace, Islia.
Violet stared at herself in the mirror as two of the maids assigned to her, adjusted the heavy skirts of her wedding dress. She felt detached, as if she were just another spectator in her own life.
She definitely didn't feel like the bride-to-be in the most important wedding ceremony of the kingdom.
The wedding dress at least, would be playing its part. It was spectacular, made of intricate silvery grey brocade. Even Lady Thierre had stared at it enviously.
Speaking of her mother, Violet could see her in an armchair on the other side of the beautiful bedchamber, arms crossed and with a face like thunder.
"Cheer up, Mother. It's not every day that you get to see your daughter become a princess. You should be weeping tears of joy, not looking like you want to flay someone."
Lady Thierre gave Violet a cutting glare. "Don't be impertinent!"
Violet simply shrugged and faced the mirror again.
