“I’m sorry,” I apologised to them feeling that somehow our roles were reversed, and it should be I that served them. They smiled at me, and seemed genuinely pleased to be serving me, and so my embarrassment eased under their attentions.
“This one, I think,” the queen announced, returning to the chamber as the attendants dried me. A Fae woman with golden hair woven with gemstones fluttered a dress of a silvery blue over her arm and held it up to me for the queen’s approval. It was made of many layers, each one as fine as spider web. It would be like wearing air; I only hoped that it would be opaque on. “Yes,” Rivyn’s mother nodded. “It is just the thing.”