son of rage and love—Chapter 14. Girl in the Tower
“I thought you weren’t coming.”
He turned to the teasing voice, and nearly dropped his jaw.
Kamlin stood there, a vision in a blue Hapan gown. It was powder blue, with short puffy sleeves off the shoulder.
The neckline was covered in pink-tinged pearls, with a pale gold bow in the middle of the sweetheart neckline and in the middle of her sleeves which were rimmed with lace patterned after star maps of Hapes.
The princess seams in the bodice accentuated her figure, lined with gold trim, the same trim that covered the seam at the waistline.
Her skirts were voluminous, with a golden design of a flower-like sunburst patterned all over, with a few pale gold bows around the beginning of her calves From there, the rest of the skirt were covered with more of that off-white lace. Petticoats in pale pink gauze peeked out from beneath, mostly covering her bare feet.
Kamlin wore it well, with her dark hair styled with two buns atop her head and most of her hair left flowing and curled, with more pearls strung through. She had even received a little Hapan makeup in the form of blue and pink eyeshadow, overzealous blush, and glossy pink lips. She was almost unrecognizable, if not for her signature in the Force, and her bare feet peeking out from under the skirts.
“I can’t believe it either,” Kamlin said, smiling. “Your sister lent me the dress.”
Jacen frowned. “Which sister?”
“Breha, she was giggling the entire time she helped me get ready,” Kamlin said. “I’m sure it’s because of how ridiculous I look. I mean, not as ridiculous as you do in that makeup, but—“
“You look good in it,” Jacen said. “I’m sure plenty of noblemen have asked you to dance already, in it.”’
“Not really.” Kamlin kicked lightly in the ground. “I mean, why would they with all the other girls here?”
“I’ll dance with you,” Jacen offered, holding out a hand. “To give you to experience, I mean.”
“Well, I guess you can’t say no to a prince,” Kamlin teased as she placed her hand into his.
