Elian's POV
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[So, let's run through our plans to get Lucian his memories. Well... Your plan. Go!]
Elian blinked at his reflection on the large wall-sized mirror in a room Aurora had dragged him to.
The princess seemed bubblier than usual, talking on and on about how their looks tonight matter a bunch.
The room itself was over ten meters high and was lit up with white crystals etched on the ceiling and walls.
A few maids lingered around, bringing out jewellery and handing it to Aurora, who was busy scrolling through a holographic screen in her palms.
"Did you bring anything from the Dark Lands, at least?" She turned her head to him, squinting. "I imagine Lord Kyren would take care of that. Right?"
All Elian could do was smile awkwardly, his face heating up with embarrassment. "Isn't what I'm wearing now good enough?"
