The jewels glistened off of her dress every time she so much as moved and sent rays of light onto the opposite wall. Her auburn locks had been plaited, and pinned into an elaborate hairstyle that left a comfortable weight on the back of her head. Silk slippers molded to the sides of her feet, and left no room for discomfort.
Everyone who had assisted her in readying tonight had gasped at the results, and praises had been rained down on her from the footmen to the High King himself.
But, as she stood in the corridor outside of the doors to the Great Hall, she felt nothing but awkward about her appearance, and anxiety about the night that was to follow.