Lumina stood before the tall mirror, fingers lightly brushing the silk at her waist.
The fabric caught the morning light, pale and soft, clinging to her shape as though it had been woven only for her.
A slow smile curved her lips. Even without sight, she knew herself well. The mirror was no longer an enemy. It had become a companion she trusted.
She couldn't help but be so excited that finally after years she could see again, something she wished for all her life.
Her head tilted slightly, listening to the quiet of the chambers. Beyond the curtains, the palace breathed in its usual rhythm.
She felt distant footsteps and the faint echo of servants moving through corridors. Somewhere far away, steel rang against steel as guards trained.
Her fingers rose to her hair, smoothing it back, arranging each strand with carefulness.
Ashen would be waiting. The thought warmed her chest. Today was meant to be simple, she wanted her husband to take her out like he had done before
