This chapter title took the longest to come up with, but the moment it got in my head, I was like, "YES!"
Photo #13: Fit For a Queen
Eadlyn knew that her paternal grandparents were murdered on the day her father was supposed to announce his Selected. While the country grieved the loss of their beloved King and Queen, her father kept it secret that he picked her mother as his fiancée. Once their mourning subsided, it would be announced who was chosen to be the next Queen of Illéa.
Eadlyn smiles at how young her mother looks in the next picture. It must be the youngest she's seem her mother in these photos to date. She stands on a small pedestal with her arms opened out as many maids surround her. Some are holding measuring tape and others with swatches of different fabrics.
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"Arms open, your Highness," a maid orders.
America follows as she opens her arms and a maid stretches out some measuring tape and records the numbers. Another does the same for her torso, bust, shoulders, waist, and legs.
In a few days, it will be announced that America Singer is the Selected for Prince Maxon Schreave and the future Queen of Illéa. As of right now, she is getting measured for a royal gown that she will wear for a photoshoot that will be displayed on The Report and the newspapers.
"I say we go with a light pink," a maid suggests, putting a fabric swatch of light pink against America's arm.
"How about white?" Another offers.
"White is for a wedding," a different maid scoffs. "She's not the bride just yet."
"My Lady likes wearing blue," Lucy chimes in.
America mouths her a thanks as she feels her posture being forced straight and her hair being pulled back. Her chin gets pushed up just a bit.
"She wears blue so often," one says to counteract Lucy. "We need to pick another to show her journey from Selected to Queen."
As the maids continue to debate on which color to make the dress, there's a knock on the door. They all turn and bow when Maxon steps in. Maxon smiles and greets them as he takes a few steps in. He approaches America and looks up at her on the pedastal and it reminds him of how his father would look at his mother as if she was on a pedestal of her own.
"Purple," Maxon states.
"Purple?" America questions as the maids murmur around her.
"A dark purple. It represents royalty and it was a color my mother was fond of. I know the country needs a little remembrance of my mother before we announce the new Queen."
The maids agree amongst themselves, finding the color appropriate for the occasion and continue working on America. She gives Maxon an endearing smile as he kisses her hand. She bends down to kiss the top of his head. Before he exits the room, he quickly snaps a photo of his future queen, anticipating the days until the future becomes the present.
Dark purple is my favorite color.
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