[Meredith].
Cora brushed my hair dry, and Arya styled it into a soft, intricate half-up knot. Kira applied light makeup: warm nude eyes, soft lips, subtle blush.
When I stood before the full mirror, they stepped aside to let me look.
I looked... Calm, composed. Like a Luna.
"Perfect," Azul said quietly.
I exhaled slowly. "Thank you," I murmured, and I meant it.
"You are welcome, my lady." Azul smiled and stepped behind me to tighten the last ribbon on my dress.
In that exact moment, a familiar shift in the air made every maidservant in the room stiffen.
A heartbeat later, Draven appeared in the doorway looking a bit wild, precisely as he always looked after shifting back from a run.
His black hair was damp with sweat, some of it sticking to the sides of his face.
His shirt clung to his chest and back; the fabric darkened, outlining every sculpted line beneath.
