Time went by in a whirlwind as Kyera and Clovis prepared to wed . The dress had to be chosen, the date and there were so many people to talk to and formalities to go through . Kyera was still trying to help her people balance out and deal with her injured hand . Things were moving fast and she was breathless trying to keep up .
The Shifters had formed a small camp in the forest between the gardens and the village . Many happy family reunions were had, and a few sad reports to last living kin . It was hard but her people were fighters and now formed yet another barrier between the Palace and the Dark ones .
AdvertisementThankfully, many of the survivors supported Kyera's marriage and did what they could to help . Offering a horse, dress leather, lace for her veil and protection for her whenever she left the palace, granted that wasn't often . Clovis hired a group of them to be Kyera's guard . Daxin took on Raina's training with a vigor . Excited to have a new student to mold, and unwilling to disappoint Kyera's expectations . He taught the princess everything she needed to know and quite a bit of what she just wanted to know .
The humans were informed that they were a rogue band of gypsy knights who were there to protect their princess . Word spread like wildfire that then maiden from Shadow veil that Clovid was to wed, was the Princess of the forest Gypsys . Most were overjoyed with this news, where as others were not . Though they mainly kept quiet and plotted in the shadows, one could no longer hold her tongue .
Kyera was in the study talking to the mouse dressmaker, Ella Von . The little mouse was tired, but seemed to glow as she fitted her princess into the wedding gown . They had a dress on her, the white leather fitting her body like a glove, and the lace under it flowing around her . The bodice was snug from her chest to her waist before the white leather was cut from the knee to hip once on either side creating a single strip of leather down the center . It looked almost like white armor over the lacy dress . Deep purple lace peeking out from the slits . The neck of the dress came up with that same delicate lace and fastened with a button behind her neck .
It was a Shifter wedding dress, but known as gypsy by these people . The leather bodice died white and tooled with intricate details . The lace ruffled skirts hidden like the delicate heart of the maid it covered . Leather fitting took a while so Ella was on her little stool checking things carefully . Kyera knew quite a bit about dress making, so she already knew it fit well .
"This purple is so deep and vibrant, you outdid yourself dying this . " Kyera commented with a bright smile . The deep purple seemed to shine black in the shadows and vibrant purple in the light . The mirror showed every detail in the gown, natural light making the white leather seem soft like a second skin .
"It should be . This embroidered lace was dyed with Black Sage and orchids from the Ash Garden . The spirits of our people are with you . " Ella replied, glancing up at Kyera to gage her response as she fussed over a eyelet . There seemed to be softness in her eyes, vulnerability . Seeing tears there Ella panicked a bit . "I still have the crimson bamboo lace, it isn't as fancy but it would make an amazing dress . " Kyera shook her head, wiping her eyes . Her hands smoothed the soft lace
"No, I just… didn't expect you still had this dye . I know it is incredibly hard to find since no one is allowed to gather those flowers except at coronation, weddings, and funerals of the royal family . " Kyera replied honestly and the little mouse smiled, threading another needle .
"I had just enough left from when my grandmother made your coronation leathers to dye the lace . Your veil and your dress . Granted the veil is perhaps less saturated but it is a beautiful effect . " The mouse admitted as she stepped off the stool and pulled a wooden chest open .
Inside was a folded bit of purple cloth that faded to white at the ends . She smiled as she flung it out so the fabric would catch the wind and open . The gradient of deep purple at the crown of Kyera's head faded slowly to white as it flooded around her, hiding her face . The lace just delicate enough that she could see out but no one could see in .
"Thank you… Ella . I really don't know what else to say . Am… am I really doing this?" whispered Kyera as she stared at herself in the mirror . Her silver hair falling in curls around her face . The woman looking back at her could still see the child she had been .
"I would like to ask the same thing, Kyera Mei . What are you doing?" Akira mei asked from the doorway . Kyera turned to see her mother, unsurprised to see the disapproval on the older woman's angelic face .
Chapter end
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