Freya couldn't help but hold her breath as she looked at her own reflection in the mirror. She looked radiant, and beautiful even as she beheld the gown that she now wore.
"You look amazing, dear," her mother beamed at her from her side.
She simply nodded as the smile on her face did little justice to the emotions she was feeling. Wearing a gown befitting her status as a princess, Freya was sure that she was going to be the center of attention the moment she walked out onto the great hall present within the Everett Mansion.
"Thank you, Mother," Freya turned to look at the older woman, the smile on her face never leaving her. "I didn't think that my own Ritual of Marking would come this soon, but I guess the fates just decide when it happens."
"That is true, dear," the Queen Mother giggled. "Why, I remember doing it with your father at a rather young age myself. I couldn't even believe that it was happening until it was all over."
