Mirelah;
"With undeserved honour, I present to you all, the graceful Princess Mirelah of Velmoria, and the golden-scaled commander of the dragon-borne empire, Princess Veylira of Velmoria!" I hear the Herald announce, and I swallow.
The massive doors push open, and I freeze at the sight of the crowd standing on both sides of the hall.
Light! There are a lot of faces!
Murmurs erupt from the hall as the people turn to us, and I hear Veylira's voice in my mind.
"See? They're in awe of you."
I take a deep breath and start walking with my eyes scanning the room.
The hall smells like a concoction of different perfumes and colognes…. It's almost overwhelming.
