I stood still in front of the full-length mirror, staring at a version of myself that I had come to see after a rather long time.
The gown clung to me like it belonged, its shades of blue, violet, and soft pink cascading into a train of embroidered peacock feathers that shimmered like they held secrets of old. Drapes of sheer fabric fell from my shoulders, fluttering with the movement of air I hadn't felt. My collarbones were framed by delicate beadwork that caught the soft golden glow of the room.
But it wasn't the dress that made me pause.
It was me.
My silver-white hair had been swept up and pinned with an elegance I never thought suited me—half up, the rest trailing down my back in soft waves. A few strands curled along my jawline, brushing against my skin like a whisper. And my eyes… they didn't look like mine. They glowed too brightly. Too... divinely. The extent of how much the Dragon's bloodline would make me beautiful was still a fascinating mystery to me.
