Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
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STELSA STARED AT HER reflection in the mirror, scarcely recognizing the woman that stared back. The dark blue fabric of the dress that hugged her figure reminded her of the ocean, feathering off into a shade closer to the sea foam as it brushed against the beaches. As though the fabric alone was not enough, tiny beads followed the skirts of her dress up towards the point of her chest. It was there they scattered, meeting the belt that hugged the swell of her breasts and followed the curve around the back where the strings began to meet. Tiny white roses met the silver vines, placed randomly throughout the belt that circled her. It was a symbolism of her home that resided North, decorated in tiny white roses that withstood the winter storms. The dress hugged her frame, dipping between the valley where her heart resided and hugging the curve around the tops of her breasts.
Her collarbones and shoulders remained on display, showcasing the slim figure she had maintained despite the years with her blade. The figure many of the men in the training yard said she would not maintain. Rather, it helped to strengthen the muscles in her arms and back to divet in spots from the strength she had built. Stelsa was strong, but she maintained her feminine figure like the other ladies of the court. She slightly wished the years of training had bulked her body up to a more manly figure. Perhaps then the men in the training yard would spend less time staring at her. Dyana had taken care with her dark hair — spending quite some time brushing out the waves and choosing each strand of hair she wished to braid. Caspian had helped when he could, holding the braids while their sister worked on the next set. Her hair, except for a few pieces that framed the edges of her face, was pulled back behind her shoulders. As Stelsa turned her back to look over her shoulder, she caught sight of the tiny jewels Dyana had methodically placed with Caspian's advice through her dark hair.
It looked as though the stars had found a home inside her hair this evening.
The braids haloed around her head, falling at different levels before they cascaded down into her dark waves. It would keep her hair from her face all evening as she danced is what Dyana had said. Aba had been pleased with her hair before she sent her siblings away, leaving only Stelsa and her first daughter.
Stelsa stood in silence, staring at herself in the mirror. She scarcely recognized the woman in the mirror, but she did not despise the reflection either. It showed Stelsa was capable of being beautiful while still being strong with her sword — regardless of what the others tried to paint her to be.
Aba's green eyes watered at the sight of Stelsa, watching as the girl looked over herself in the mirror. She looked like a young lady, ready to seize the heart of any male inside this Keep that she desired. Aba knew there was only one boy Stelsa hoped to get the attention of tonight. "Aba..." Stelsa sighed as she stared at herself, eyes scanning over every detail. The silver beads reflected in her bright gray eyes, the very eyes that had inspired the dress Aba had made.
