Bridget Von Ascheberg. The Princess of Eldorra. The most wanted woman. She had many names, but one suited her the most, yours.

You were the cursed one, and she was your blessing. You were starved, she was your fruit.

She nudges your shoulder with her finger to make you look up at her, swinging the white dress you have brought her.

"How do I look?" She asks softly and looks in the mirror infront of her to make sure she looks good as she tucks her blonde hair behind her ear.