''My lady, this is the dress the great Lord Caspain sent to you to wear for the Moon God celebration tonight, and that one came from the old King.''
Arwin's purple gaze fell on both dresses, and they were both expensive and ridiculous. The one from the old King could be managed because it still looked decent and in fashion. Her father's dress would make her look like some ridiculous mermaid who escaped the sea and was trying to fit inside a dress two sizes too tight. Probably one of their many efforts that were bound to fail to grab the king's attention. She heard that Little fainted the day before yesterday and recovered well enough yesterday. Arwin had this deep feeling that it was probably one of her many sneaky ways to draw the king to her side even more. Because, let's talk true to ourselves, who could be that weak to pass out after almost tripping on a stone? Unless she has some illness she is nursing secretly—that would make more sense.
