*Summer*

Standing before the mirror, I couldn't be more pleased. I have chosen a lime coloured dress with a high collar that buttons up to my chin and long sleeves that buttons at my wrists. The flounces on the skirt makes it a bit more festive than anything else I have worn around Dion.

My hair, always braided when I am with him, is flowing down my back, the sides plaited and secured at the back of my head with emerald ribbons.

“I know it's not my place to say, but this adventure involving a commoner seems most unwise to me”. My maid says.

“It's only unwise, Miriam, if my...