Chapter 7

Eira stood in her bedroom, looking at herself in one of the ten gilded mirrors that took up wall space in the large living space. She saw her mother in her soft, lovely face, but it was her dad she saw in her eyes, her winter-white hair, and the resolve in the way she stood. 

Valria had finished the gown, and Eira had cried for an hour after Amara had presented it to her. It was a mostly white gown, but about halfway down the Lorcanian lace skirt, the color gra...