C7 Shattered Prince

I put on the lonely dress hanging from a wooden hanger in my wardrobe. The baby-blue fabric hung from me like a summer dream. It was beautiful, but didn’t quite fit me right. It was a queasy thought. Just whose dress was this before they’d re-purposed it for me?

Samantha led me up two more flights of stairs, and I took in every door on the way up, mapping out the palace in my mind. Best I could