*Saoirse*
I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror, fidgeting with the emerald green dress I had been loaned. The fine fabric clung elegantly to my frame, accentuating curves usually hidden beneath my modest village clothes. I felt like an imposter playing dress-up compared to the royalty and nobility typically seen around the palace.
A knock interrupted my fretting. I opened the door to find Prince Rhys. He was devastatingly handsome in a black suit that highlighted his tall, muscular build. Suddenly self-conscious, I fingered my vibrant red curls, pinned up in an intricate style by Edith.
"You look beautiful," Rhys said, his intense gaze meeting mine. Heat rushed to my cheeks.
"Th-thank you," I stammered. "I feel silly wearing such fancy borrowed clothes."
"Nonsense. That dres
