Kealith;
"With undeserved honor, I present to you all, the graceful Princess Mirelah of Velmoria, and the golden-scaled commander of the dragon-borne empire, Princess Veylira!"
Murmurs erupt as the doors swing open, and I forget how to breathe when my eyes land on Mirelah…
Wow!
I feel my heart beat drop to a dangerously low pattern as I stare at her.
She's beautiful!
I always knew that, but she's… wow…
Veylira and her handmaiden are on both sides of her, but I couldn't care less about them.
I subconsciously take a step forward as I stare at my wife-to-be.
She's in a wonderful, flowing dark blue dress. It has medium-sized circles woven into the fabric, and they shimmer under the light like stars and moons on her dress.
The top of her dress, around her shoulders, is decorated with red art that looks like two dragons resting on them.
Her sleeves are long, flowing to the ground with slits that run from her elbow down—revealing the delicate skin of her forearm.
