When was the last time she hesitated like this?
There wasn't even more than a hand mirror in her room, yet she was stressing over the clothing she had decided to wear that evening. From every angle, she tried to get a proper look at herself, but she couldn't see much with a mirror that was only a little bit bigger than the size of her hand.
She reasoned her worries were because clothing couldn't just be that, especially not when there were people from the south in attendance that evening. Would all of those knights expect her to wear a dress and be offended when she didn't give the proper visage? She was the daughter of an esteemed nobleman and couldn't help worrying that it would reflect poorly on her father if she were to present herself in an unsuitable way.
However, she knew that it wasn't just that.
