Willa’s POV
Orion had already showered and had his crisp royal garb on. It was an olive green with hints of white and beige with gold threading. He was wearing gold crown that looked like an intricate weave of vines, branches and thorns. In the center near his forehead held a single yellow diamond that sparkled when the light hit it just right.
“Are you sure you will be alright?” He fixed his collar and tugged on his sleeves. The cape or cloak, I’m not sure what to call it, made his look more dashing. Orion looked like one of those regal kings or princes ready to go off into battle and claim what he wanted. My poor body was shuddering at the thought of him claiming me.
“Yes, I’m sure!” I chirped as I stood up from the sitting area. He picked out my dress again today, something he likes
