New Knights

She clutched the hem of the dress she was wearing, turning this way and that as she scrutinized her reflection.

"This one's too plain," she muttered, tugging at the neckline. She tore it off and flung it onto the growing pile on her bed.

She grabbed another gown, this one adorned with delicate lace and soft pastel hues. Sliding it on, she stared at herself again. 

Her hands smoothed over the fabric, but doubt clouded her face.

"No, no, no," she whispered, shaking her head. She yanked it off with more force than necessary, her movements growing frantic.

Her insecurities gnawed at her as she tried on gown after gown, each rejection adding to her frustration. 

The mirror reflected not just her image but her inner turmoil.

Finally, she slumped onto the edge of her bed, her head in her hands. 

Tears threatened to spill, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, a loud, frustrated scream tore from her throat, echoing off the walls.