Chapitre 98: A new form of magic

Anaisa sighed as the dressmaker tugged and pulled and fussed over every detail of the gown.

"You're too thin," She griped before remembering it was royalty in the room. "I mean, your graceful figure, Your Highness, you have lost weight!"

"We will be doing our best to make sure she gains it back for the ball," Sapphira said in a disguised voice from the corner.

"Just make sure it fits me well," Anaisa tried to strike a balance. She didn't want to scream at the staff like Sapphira probably would have, but she didn't want them to suspect she was an imposter either.

"We will, absolutely, Your Highness," The Dressmaker curtsied. "We also have brought a magic user recommended by Sanders to aid you in preparing for the ball."

"Oh?" Panic swirled in Anaisa's belly. The last magic user was responsible for changing the princess's hair and setting far too many of these events into motion.