Dresna had been scolded by her father for her reckless behaviour and having drawn Queen Cauladra’s punishment. He had also noted that aging her had not changed her beauty, just as Ievos had done, it caused Dresna to wonder if aging was such a bad thing, it was such a minor thing to worry about the lines on ones face. She had a few streaks of white going through her hair but both the Queen and Prince had white hair since childhood, it was just their hair colour. She knew human hair turned white or grey as they aged but she felt the white fell nicely in her blonde locks almost blending with it and just giving it a paler blonde appearance; she liked it. She was looking into her mirror and felt content with her appearance, Queen Cauladra would not break her with a simple spell. Her bedroom doo
