Crowned Prince | hendery

17: Wedding Dresses

In the afternoon of the very same day, she sits on the couch in their room. The modiste was pulling out several styled dresses from her bags, while her assistance continued to bring in several pairs of shoes that seemed to be partnered with the gowns she was pulling out and smoothening out with her hands.

In all honesty, she just wanted to simply try one on and then decide on that. There was no need for much extravagance on a wedding that was set to be separated by the ongoing war in Maha'ali. Yet, she wanted hints of Sui in her dress when she walked down that aisle. She did not want extravagance as Sui was not a country that was extravagant.

"Do you have dresses modeled after Sui outfits?" The two kingdoms sat close and there was nearly no significant difference between the way the two kingdoms dressed, except for how downsized Sui appears in the presence of Hwei.

"Sui, your highness?" The modiste appears flustered as she rummages her bag of while dresses and when she couldn't get her hands on one she turns towards the racks the castle guards were pulling into their room.

"If there is one yet to exist, it is fine–"

"Your highness, sorry for interrupting you." The modiste bows her head as she runs back to where she sat with a dress in her arms.

"It is fine."

"I created a dress a few years ago inspired by one of the greatest romances of the continent." She pulls the dress up. "Your parents', the royal couple of Sui's, romance was one that was known far and wide, and their passionate tale inspired the creation of this dress."

Taeha stands from her seat upon laying her eyes on the dress. She's read countless books, a number with the cliche of plot convenience, she could not believe that the same thing was happening to her. It was an outfit inspired by the over romanticized romance of her parents, yet she could not take her eyes off of it.

"I shall try it on." She turns towards Emily to assist her into changing into the dress.

Soon after she was staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her hand runs through the fabric of the white dress, a gown that does not trail too far behind. The neckline was simple, there was no frill, no other accessories, just a highlight of her neckline. The dress had tight sleeves, a rather distinct difference from Hwei dresses that favored thick arms bandings for their cold weather. Nonetheless, it shone in its simplicity.

"I look like my mother," she mutters underneath her breath as she stares at herself in the mirror.

She's heard it a number of times before, how she resembles her mother the most among her three other sisters. Rather than eyes as wide and kind as her brother's, she had much smaller doe eyes in comparison and her lips look exactly like her mothers. The only difference was their ears, hers does not resemble the bambi like structure of her mother's. Nonetheless, she could see her mother clearly, not just in her but in the dress.

"Shall we show the modiste, your highness?" Emily pops out beside her and opens her arm towards the door of her room.

The princess opens the door still looking down at the dress and smoothing it out with her hand. She raised her head already expecting the modiste to guide her to the center of the room and mark adjustments to the dress, what she did not expect was for the prince to stand there staring at her.

"Your highness." Emily bowed right beside her, yet the princess stood there a little bit stunned because the prince was stunned.

Taeha stood there staring at the prince as he was staring at her. She knew that he was looking the dress up and down with thoughts running through his head. For a second she felt self conscious, where she began to doubt whether the dress she thought was the perfect one did not suit her at all.