[Meredith].
Minutes later, Azul stood behind me, fastening the last clasp of my gown, while Deidra adjusted the fall of the fabric along my shoulders. Kira and Cora moved around the room quietly, ensuring every detail was perfect.
Arya held up a mirror so I could see the final result. My reflection stared back at me.
The gown was elegant and royal, silver threads woven along the bodice like moonlight. The three golden stars Draven had pinned on my shoulder earlier gleamed softly under the lamps.
Even now, my new title still felt surreal.
"You are perfect, your majesty," Azul said with satisfaction.
"Thank you." I grinned and stared back at the mirror once again before leading the way to the Draven's main bedchamber.
Just a second later, a knock sounded at the door. Kira moved immediately. "I will see who it is, Your Majesty."
She opened the door slightly and stepped outside. Moments later, she returned.
