"You look beautiful in purple my lady," the hand maiden mumbled as she slowly brushed Eira's wavy red locs of hair. "The color brings out your gorgeous eyes, the prince is a lucky man to be getting betrothed to a woman as beautiful as yourself."
Eira stayed quiet, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered what wrong she has done to find herself in such a grueling situation. What gods had she angered to deserve a life with Jacob?!
"My lady?"
Eira slowly rose her head and looked at the woman's reflection, that flinched at how lifeless her beautiful amethyst eyes looked.
"My lady do you feel unwell? Should I get the prince?"
Eira slowly stood up and shifted her gaze back to her reflection, how she wished her father was here, her mother… how she wished Elric was here, he would never allow this madness, he would have saved her, and together, they would have eloped to a distant land to live a quiet and happy life.