Lorelai was held prisoner for many years by Beron and his son, Eris. Taken at the mere age of thirteen, she spent five, long years of her life being tortured and beaten for the amusement of Fae. Fortunately, a kind soul lived in the castle. Lorelai...
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{Lorelai PoV}
It was finally time to go the Dawn Court. I sat on the floor of my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear.
I normally don't take long to get ready since I dress for comfort, but Rhys emphasized that I had to dress formally. With a huff I stood up and tried to find something suitable.
Of course, I could have a maid help me get ready, but I don't like people touching me. Much less pulling my hair or squeezing me into a tight corset.
Black, Black, Black, Dark Blue, Black.
Wow. I really need to brighten up my clothing choices.
After what felt like years of searching, trying on, and taking off dresses, I finally found one for tonight.
It is black (what a surprise) with subtle diamonds stitched in the fabric. It gave the effect of sparkles when light hit it, like stars in the night sky. It was tight so it hugged my curves. There is a slit in the dress that shows off my leg. Its also long-sleeved and has a short train so that when I walk pools of darkness follow me. The back cuts low, just above my hips.
I froze when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, my knuckles going white as I clench the edge of the sink tightly, memories flooding my vision. I stare at my reflection, or more specifically my bare back.
Long jagged scars snaked down my back. An odd mixture of bright white and light pink alongside my spine. The skin around some were slightly discolored because they had not healed properly.
Biting my lip and averting my gaze from the mirror, I slowly unclench my hands. Standing alone in the dimly lit bathroom, I allow a single tear too fall before taking a deep breath and continuing to get ready.
I pair the dress with skinny black heels, a braided style with my hair, and dark eye and lip makeup.
Kage's swirls of shadows and darkness by my side makes my look stand out even more.
When I arrived downstairs, everyone except Feyre was already there. Just as I took my place by Azriel and Cassian's side, Feyre descended down the staircase. Rhys' mouth literally dropped open when he saw his mate.
Indeed, she did look beautiful.
Her Honey-Brown hair was intricately braided on her head, and she wore a blue slip dress. No doubt Rhys picked it out. Once Feyre was by Rhys' side, Mor playfully closed his mouth. This earned a crow of laughter from everyone. Rhys awkwardly cleared his throat and turned to face the rest of us.
''Mor will winnow with Cass, Lore with Azriel, and Feyre you are with me. Is everyone ready?''
After a chorus of 'yes' and a sarcastic 'no' from Cass- which earned him a punch on the arm from Mor- we made our departure.
The Dawn Court
Although I prefer the dark of the Night Court, I would be a fool not to admire the Dawn Court's beauty.
