The morning of the first day of the gathering brought a buzz of nervousness through Thornfield Castle. Lyanna stood in her chambers as Clara tied the last clasps of her gown. She wore a deep emerald silk gown that made her look regal. Clara then put a silver crown on her head, it was lighter than she'd expected but heavy with responsibility.
"You look beautiful, Your Majesty." Clara said softly.
Lyanna looked at her reflection and noticed how her appearance was changing with each passing day. She noticed how she looked more mature, stronger and poised now. But whether it was real growth or just survival, she wasn't sure.
Azrael was waiting when she came to the chambers after getting ready. He wore a formal black coat like always but this time with emerald threading, matching her. His eyes swept over her for a moment, assessing her.
"Acceptable. Remember everything that Helena has taught you. Stay close and follow my lead."
