I stood in front of my large floor length mirror in my chambers just staring at the reflection in the mirror, my mouth gaping in horror at the fabric hanging floor length down to my toes. My mother, luna Blythe just carried on combing my long black hair that hung down to my backside as she stood nonchalant, clearly not paying any attention at my horror struck face. “How can you expect me to wear this,” I said, not really asking it as a question but more as an insult to the person who ever made this ghastly thing. I didn’t wear dresses, ever. Rolling her eyes, my mother merely sighed, “Oh for goddess’s sake Arya, it’s just a dress, and you just have to wear it for one evening, that’s it,” I now found myself rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms, “I still don’t see why I have to wear this thing when alpha Dimitri is coming to see father and Sean, let them wear the damn thing won’t you.” I was a warrior, not a bloody dress up doll. “Well, regardle
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