Ember Burning

Part 3

Lips pursed, you stared at yourself in the mirror.

Amara hovered, pins in her mouth while tightening your corset. Your dress for the evening was a mix of old and new – although you despised corsets, this one cinched your waist tight enough for the armor-like bodice. Skirts flowed like water to the ground, brushing the floor with emerald chiffon.

Tonight, you had decided to throw a feast honoring the upcoming treaty with Duret Ghal. The event had not been your idea, but Namjoon's. He believed it would increase the goodwill between you.

You had protested this until Namjoon pointed out there'd been little to celebrate recently. Realizing the truth to this statement, you'd reluctantly acquiesced to two events. Tonight's feast and a ball, to be hosted their final night before Duret Ghal left.

Inhaling, your eyes watered as Amara cinched the last hook.

"My apologies," she said, casting a sympathetic glance in the mirror.

Mutely, you shook your head, not blaming her in the slightest. It was not her fault women's fashion tended to be barbaric, more often than not. It was why you preferred to wear looser gowns, ones you didn't need your lady in waiting's help to undo.

Amara had been your companion ever since you were little, although you could not exactly call her a friend. You were her Queen, first and foremost. There was no one else in Ashya for you to call an equal.

"Amara," you said curiously, glancing up. "What do you think of the Ghalian King?"

Startled by your question, Amara nearly dropped the pins she held. Her wide brown eyes stared back at you in the mirror and briefly, you wondered if she thought this a trap. Possibly you needed to work on your resting facial expressions. Yoongi said you were too harsh, but then again, hearing this from Yoongi was the pot calling the kettle black.

"You can answer me honestly," you said, a bit gentler. "It has been a long week of negotiations and I find myself wondering what people think of the treaty."

"Well." Amara looked thoughtful. "I rather think those are two different questions, Your Majesty. Do you wish to know what people think of the King, or the treaty?"

She was correct, you realized. The two were different, even if they were one and the same in your mind.

"Both," you responded.

Turning towards the mirror, Amara began to fit the bodice over your bust. It was elaborate, with swirls of silver and emerald stitched into the hard lining.

"Well," she said, hesitant. "Of course, people think the young King is handsome."

"He is a rider," you said sharply.

"It is not as important to humans," Amara reminded gently. "It does not offend so much as it does the Dragons. And objectively speaking, the King is handsome. He could smile more," she admitted. "But this does not seem to deter from his handsomeness."

"I suppose not."

Seeing your expression, she laughed. "You did ask me to speak honestly, Your Majesty. The people find the King handsome, but they do not trust outsiders. Especially Ghalians. Most have a family member who perished in the Dragon Wars."

None of this was new information, although it did irk you to hear Jungkook's looks were a topic of conversation in Valor. It was always like this with men versus women. The moment a male monarch had a somewhat pleasing expression, people were willing to forget all manner of atrocities committed in the past.

"And what of the treaty?" you pressed.

Amara bit down on her lip. "Well..."

"Yes?"