Dylan was in front of the mirror and he was holding a bouquet of pink flowers.
He wore his wedding dress and a pair of lace gloves.
The dress was really white and pretty, long-sleeved and long down to the floor.
His hair was loose and draped over his shoulders.
"So... I'm getting married like this... As a woman..." he stared at his reflection.
"Don't think about it now... Today is a happy day for the kingdom..." Lizha said, getting close yo him, bringing the veil in her hands.
"Except for me..."
"Sit down!"
Dylan sat up and Lizha placed the veil over his head.
She looked at Dylan for a few seconds and finally pulled the veil down, covering his face.
Suddenly the door was opened and the empress entered.
"Still..." Mortitia saw Dylan in the mirror, "you're ready..." She took a ste
