My wedding day is most definitely the worst day of my life. I am forced to soak in a bath with scent oils that The Alpha King prefer- which in all honesty, irritates me.
Even though my body hair is basically non existent, the maids ensure every single one of them is plucked until my skin feels sore. They apply lotions to my body that cause my skin to have a silvery glow that compliments my pale skin. It reminds me of the moon.
My face is caked up with subtle but silvery makeup. Everything about my clothes and make up is silver. My tiara from the lower moon kingdom is swapped with an exact replica that is silver, my necklace and earrings are silver and my heels are silver. My dress looks silver too, except for the fact that the embroidery across the wide skirts is a glittering cerulean b
