Lumina sat in front of the mirror, still as a statue, while Stella's nimble fingers worked to fasten the last clasps of her gown.
Her reflection looked like it belonged to someone else. Her mind had been restless since she woke, the nightmare lingering in her head, no matter how hard she tried to push those memories of the nightmare she still couldn't.
It felt like her entire day had been ruined before it even began, and no amount of deep breaths seemed to settle her racing thoughts.
Her nightmares usually faded quickly, but this one had clung to her. Broken pieces of it haunted her. The screams echoed severely in her head.
She was still so lost in thought until Stella's worried voice rang through her thoughts.
"My lady… are you sure you are doing alright? You have been so quiet since I started dressing you this morning."
There was no answer from her, instead, Lumina's fingers were laced tightly on her lap, knuckles white, her mind a thousand leagues away.
