The morning sun rose pale over Nyxeria's palace spilling light across the halls and corridors like molten gold. Excitement thrummed through the corridors — today was the royal hunt, and every noble worth their title had gathered to join or watch the King himself ride and they hunt together.
In Aurelia's chamber, Lyra was practically glowing with excitement. "My lady," she gasped, holding up a long, slim box wrapped in emerald ribbons. "It's arrived — the outfit His Majesty ordered for you."
Aurelia looked up from her vanity, curious. "Ohhh, the outfit."
Her cheeks turned pink as she remembered how the cloth was made.
Lyra shook her head, smiling. "It's… well, you'll see." She said to her thinking she didn't like the cloth .
