The silk robes felt like water against Soyeon's skin.
She stood in the center of her chambers while servants fluttered around her like butterflies, pinning and adjusting and fussing over every detail. The robes were teal, the color of deep ocean waters, embroidered with silver phoenixes that caught the lamplight with each movement. Her hair had been arranged in an elaborate style, adorned with jade ornaments and delicate silver chains that tinkled softly when she moved.
"Beautiful, Lady Su," one of the servants breathed. "Absolutely beautiful."
Lady Xia stood near the window, her arms crossed, her expression troubled. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Soyeon met her friend's eyes in the bronze mirror. "No," she admitted quietly. "I do not think so."
