"Isn’t this dress a little too much?" Islinda asked, tugging on the neckline as she squirmed like a fish out of water.
Not that she didn’t like the dress, by the gods, it was the most breathtaking clothes she had ever worn, and that was the problem. It was too flashy and called for attention. The last thing she wanted to do was intrigue two other Fae’s she knew nothing about.
"There’s nothing of that nature, my lady," Aurelia said as she fastened the matching cape whose brooch was made of diamond around her neck.
By the gods, was that real diamond? Oh no, it can’t be. But then, Islinda knew inwardly that the prince was rich enough to own such treasure. Oh no, she fanned her face with her hands, suddenly feeling heady. It was too late.
"It’s winter, my lady, and your wardrobe has been changed for the season," Aurelia said and Islinda didn’t dare ask to see them because if they were anything close to this dress, then she was going to faint.
She did nothing to deserve this kind of treatment. She was a murderer who killed her sister, even though it was practically self-defense, but she doomed the others to the same fate by asking Aldric for help - even though she had no idea what he was capable of at that time. Islinda just had not forgiven herself for the outcome she had completely no control over and it gnawed at her conscience once in a while.
"Thank you," She ran her hand through her braid, courtesy of Aurelia, "It’s just that I feel overdressed for a simple occasion."
Aurelia laughed at her as if she were nothing but an ignorant child, "You’re not at all, my lady. In case you haven’t noticed, Prince Aldric is quite competitive and with his brothers around for a visit, he would want you to exhibit the opulence, beauty, and mystery of the winter court."
"Well, if you put it that way then," Islinda gave in at last.
"We should leave," Aurelia said when Islinda requested,
"About that, can Rosalind join me?"
"Huh?" The Fae’s head whipped in her direction, stunned. Throughout the whole time, Rosalind had kept her head down and she seemed to have kept out of her way ever since that day she declined her services.
Even Aurelia looked surprised by her request, however, she quickly composed herself. However Islinda could still sense her happiness as she said, "Why not, my lady? As you demand."
And that was how they walked down the hall with Rosalind trailing behind. Islinda suddenly found it childish the way she had spurned the young Fae all because she didn’t like her - and perhaps was a little bit jealous. Rosalind was beautiful, you know and she might have felt a little intimidated.
But that was not going to happen anymore. She would match Rosalind and Aldric together even if it was for her own selfish interest. No, this alliance was going to benefit both of them. If Rosalind could melt Aldric’s cold heart, she would convince him to let her go. Who wouldn’t do anything to please the Fae female he loves?
However, that plan of hers disappeared into nothing the instant she walked into the dining hall, and three different sets of eyes shot toward her, pinning her at the spot.
What in the Fae....
Islinda swallowed, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. She wavered under the intensity of their looks. Even her escorts Aurelia and Rosalind didn’t know what to do with the attention either, waiting behind for her response.
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