Derya stared at herself in the mirror, and she couldn’t even imagine how this white bodice-topped dress with its leaf green insets and puffy sleeves could be even more fabulous than the blue dress that got ruined the night she died.
“You possess an amazing gift Adae,” she said as she stepped down from the raised fitting platform to sit at her vanity table so Bailey could style her hair.
“We all have our gifts, majesty,” the faerie said demurely.
“No, I love reading, and I am a good rider, but that is nothing compared to this,” she said, reverently sliding her hands down the perfect silk dress. How much would such a thing even cost?
“Knowledge, your highness, is power,” Adae said without even a doubt. “Why do you think some human kingdoms outlawed reading for their women and peasants?”
“How barbaric? And here?”