The Audience

I adjusted the silk gown that had been given to me by the maids. The dress itself fit perfectly, the pristine whiteness of the outfit matching with the color of my hair. I looked into the mirror one final time, the ruby-red eyes that glared at me from the reflection swirling with determination.

I slotted the golden space bracelet onto my wrist, finalizing my appearance just as a soft voice echoed from the other side of the intricately decorated wooden door.

"His Majesty is ready for you, Princess."

These silk gowns weren't really my thing, but if it was the expected attire for a formal audience with the King, then I wouldn't complain. It wasn't that I disliked these kinds of dresses, but they seemed out of place during these times of war. Then again, the people of Feyfey appeared to be completely separated from the brutal war that was ongoing around them.

I exited the room, making eye contact with Amelia. She smiled as soon as she saw me.