MitsukoOtsuki

 Butterflies fluttered in Ninian's stomach as she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was lovely, white silk with an orange sash, and pastel ribbons. There was a bouquet of blue flowers in a vase sitting on the vanity to the left of the mirror. Nerves, she told herself. Just nerves. Most of the royals of Lycia would be in attendance and many of the people of Pherae would be vying for a view of the bride. The dragon bride, it was whispered. She found herself wishing that Nils was there. He had given his blessing and his forgiveness in equal measure. He had chosen to go through the Dragon's Gate, to go home, where he would be safer. Sh