"Diandre?!" Lady Diandre asked in indignation as she glanced over her shoulder.
Her eyes settled on Neveah who was also staring at her and Lady Diandre's words were caught in her throat. The first thing Lady Diandre noticed was the oppressive aura Neveah exuded, and her regal appearance had Lady Diandre rethinking her next words.
A quiet tingling sound echoed through the hall as the golden chains dangling from Neveah's black dress trailed across the marble floor of the audience hall.
There had not been enough time to make much preparations and so Neveah had Davina's dress on once again, Neveah had not thought she would have cause to don the dress again so soon after coming to an understanding with the rider council, but it was even more appropriate for this occasion.
This time, Neveah's hair was pulled up into a neat bun and there was a pitch black ornament adorning it.