The gown matched his eyes. It was much more suited for a queen, every inch of it was dripped in elegance. Doris watched herself in the mirror as maids puffed out her large skirts and tied the ribbon on her bodice to cinch her waist lightly, but not too much because of her baby. The lace sleeves had small diamond sewn into the fabric and she knew it was all too much.

But she loved it.

This was what William wanted her to wear at his side, and she felt proud that he cared enough to have her as a vision of his dream. It was silly, really. She still...