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T A G | Rowena Arenais
L O C A T I O N | Dragonne Palace, Illyria
W E A R I N G | {x}
Illyria had been bathed in fresh morning light by the time Saraya had opened her eyes. The floor to ceiling window garbed in purple velvet curtains had been left partially open to allow a breeze to roll through the room. Saraya stretched the exhaustion from her muscles with a soft groan. A flutter of excitement filled her stomach as realisation dawned on her face.
There was much to do today, and as desperately as she wanted to, she could not linger in bed.
Saraya and her small family had been staying on Illyria for the better part of a week now, in preparation for the wedding. They had enjoyed their time getting to know the planet better, and its people, but now they had work to do. Cool marble pressed up against her feet as Saraya made her way over to the wardrobe to pick something suitable out.
By the time she had chosen, Cilla had found her way into her rooms. “Good morning!” Her trill tone sang out as she burst through the doors. Saraya grimaced. “Good morning to you too.” Cilla, as beautiful and kind as she was, looked rather like a beast of burden as she trudged over to help Saraya with the back of her dress. “Your mother is already waiting for us in the throne room.” Saraya narrowed her eyes somewhat and cast her friend a glance through the mirror.
“Am I late?” Cilla smirked, and shook her head. “Yes, but she was early anyway.” Saraya flashed her a smirk of her own and quickly ran her fingers through the tangled mess of chocolate brow hair on her head. With two of them at the task, getting ready took Saraya far less time than it normally would have. Before too long she and Cilla were making their way to the throne room to meet Rowena. The walk itself wasn’t too extensive, but it was long enough to make them a little later than Saraya had expected to be.
The large set of double doors leading into the throne room opened on well-oiled hinges. “Mama?” Saraya’s voice called, echoing off the polished walls as the doors closed behind them.
L O C A T I O N | Dragonne Palace, Illyria
W E A R I N G | {x}
Illyria had been bathed in fresh morning light by the time Saraya had opened her eyes. The floor to ceiling window garbed in purple velvet curtains had been left partially open to allow a breeze to roll through the room. Saraya stretched the exhaustion from her muscles with a soft groan. A flutter of excitement filled her stomach as realisation dawned on her face.
There was much to do today, and as desperately as she wanted to, she could not linger in bed.
Saraya and her small family had been staying on Illyria for the better part of a week now, in preparation for the wedding. They had enjoyed their time getting to know the planet better, and its people, but now they had work to do. Cool marble pressed up against her feet as Saraya made her way over to the wardrobe to pick something suitable out.
By the time she had chosen, Cilla had found her way into her rooms. “Good morning!” Her trill tone sang out as she burst through the doors. Saraya grimaced. “Good morning to you too.” Cilla, as beautiful and kind as she was, looked rather like a beast of burden as she trudged over to help Saraya with the back of her dress. “Your mother is already waiting for us in the throne room.” Saraya narrowed her eyes somewhat and cast her friend a glance through the mirror.
“Am I late?” Cilla smirked, and shook her head. “Yes, but she was early anyway.” Saraya flashed her a smirk of her own and quickly ran her fingers through the tangled mess of chocolate brow hair on her head. With two of them at the task, getting ready took Saraya far less time than it normally would have. Before too long she and Cilla were making their way to the throne room to meet Rowena. The walk itself wasn’t too extensive, but it was long enough to make them a little later than Saraya had expected to be.
The large set of double doors leading into the throne room opened on well-oiled hinges. “Mama?” Saraya’s voice called, echoing off the polished walls as the doors closed behind them.