After being brutally embarrassed about walking around in night wear that's meant for seducing
your partner for half the day, the seamstresses quickly hustle about to bring me a real dress that
is made from much thicker fabric and seems more appropriate than the lingere.
The women introduce themselves as Ava, Namia, Ryhnn, Fatra, and Mila.
"Oh dear! Cover the wedding bodice!" Namia yells throwing a white sheet to Fatra who tosses it
over a shapely mannequin that I didn't get a good look at.
"Sorry," Namia apologizes.
"We weren't expecting you down here, so we left your wedding gown out in the open. The prince
wants it to be a surprise."
I stand very still. He's already asked for a wedding gown to be made? How quickly does he want
us to get married?!
Knowing he'll be coronate
