Iris:
The outdoor venue was the best my father could have chosen. Birds chirped around us, and the sky was clear.
A gentle breeze made the fairy lights sway, the soft glow shifting with the wind.
My brown shimmery gown caught the light from the fairy lights and the lamps hanging from the trees.
The fabric was heavy, layered with detailed embroidery. The shimmer was the best part.
When I reached the stage, I bowed to my father respectfully, the way a princess would.
The last two weeks have been critical for me. I was taught how to be a proper princess, not a meek or fragile one, but someone ready to lead.
I learned about lycan affairs. I already knew much of it, but I had never been allowed to take part in any decisions.
