Based on The Swan Princess/Swan Lake
Princess Annabeth of Athens has been betrothed to Prince Percy of Crete practically since she was born. The two spent their childhoods butting heads but after a period of separation, they reunite and discover tha...
The wedding outfit Hazel purchased with the money she had earned consisted of an chiton of orange linen and a himation of black wool.
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"And now for the finishing touch," her mother announced, producing a splendid collar made from gold, ivory, and lapis lazuli from her chest of special things.
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"Your grandmother managed to bring this with her when we left Nubia. No matter how badly off we were, she would never sell it. She said it was the birthright of the women in our family. She had worn it when she married and she was determined that I would wear it when I married and my daughters would wear it when they married, and so on..." She placed the collar around Hazel's neck and held up a small bronze mirror so Hazel could see her reflection. "You look like a queen." "Do I, Mítir?" The face which looked back at Hazel was ebony brown with strong, striking features and large, honey-colored eyes which resembled two golden drachmas. A cloud of cinnamon-brown curls framed that face. People said that she had inherited her mother's looks. Marie was a tall, striking beauty with a haughty, somewhat cold expression and way of carrying herself. Hazel was small and delicate of build. Her face was softer, still a bit chubby and babyish, and more pleasant. Wearing the collar, she looked like a little girl playing dress up in her mother's jewels. She tried to adopt a regal, queenly expression but each attempt rang false. "Enough preening," Marie gently scolded, "Time to put your wedding outfit away." Hazel changed back into the yellowish wool chiton she usually wore while Marie folded up the wedding outfit and put it away. The collar was returned to the chest of special things. "I'm going out this afternoon," Hazel told her mother as she fastened the pins of her everyday chiton. "I'm going to make offerings at the shrines of the Maiden Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt and the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Then I'm meeting Frank at the palace; he's going to show me the lodgings there where we will be living." "Be back by dark," Marie replied, "Tonight's the first night of Dionysia and the streets will be dangerous." "I'll be back by dark." "Don't forget your doll." "I didn't." Hazel had already put her old terra-cotta doll in her basket. It was tradition for girls to leave their toys in the temple of the Maiden Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt prior to marriage.
