[Meredith].
The dressing room was calm when I stepped inside—quiet in the way that only comes when everyone understands the purpose of the moment.
Azul had already laid my clothes out neatly on the padded bench. No gowns. No silks. No heavy fabrics meant to impress.
Instead, there was a simple, well-fitted pair of soft, dark trousers and a light, long-sleeved shirt in a muted earth tone—clean, practical, and comfortable enough to move in. The kind of clothing I would wear if I expected to walk among people, kneel beside them, and work with my hands.
Exactly what I needed.
Deidra caught my hesitation and smiled. "You chose well, Luna."
"I didn't want them to feel like they were coming to a palace," I said quietly. "I want them to feel welcome."
Kira nodded as she gathered my silver hair. There was no elaborate styling, no braids meant to display status. She pulled it back into a neat ponytail, securing it firmly so it wouldn't fall into my face while I moved.
