The next day.
Standing before the mirror, Isadel was choosing the dress she would wear to the banquet.
The dresses the maids held up in both hands each displayed a different color, waiting for her choice.
A deep, weighty navy. A gold holding dazzling splendor. And a blue-green radiating calm dignity.
'What should I wear...'
It must not be too flashy. Nor could it be so subdued that it vanished.
She needed to be dignified enough that no one could look down on her, yet not so splendid that she would become the talk of the town.
Unable to decide easily, Isadel lightly narrowed her brow.
Then, standing beside her, Roshe cautiously opened her mouth.
"Your Highness. Since this is a place to welcome the delegation, how would it be to wear the colors of the Ceres imperial house?"
Roshe picked up a silver-gray dress from among those on the…
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