ZINA
Sybril hadn't been joking when she said Zina's hair would take two hours to make. To be more precise, the hair had taken one hour, fifty four minutes to take. But it was about the same point.
The torture of having to sit still while her hair was tugged in different directions by different hands was worth it when Zina beheld the final result before her vanity mirror.
Her breath was harshly stolen away as a different woman stared back at her.
She looked… different.
She looked… like a Queen.
And it was only then that the true weight of the journey she was about to undertake began to dawn on her. She was not merely going to be Daemon's wife, she was about to join the NorthSteed Pack and become the Luna of the same.
And most importantly, she was about to become the Queen of the Arctic North and everything in it.