Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 169: A woman's cross

In the soft light of Jasmine's chamber, she stood beside her mother, Rosalind, both watching as the royal tailors presented the finished work with quiet anticipation. The gown, draped elegantly over a mannequin, was a rich, regal purple that shimmered faintly under the glow of the candles. Silver embroidery flowed across the fabric, delicate waves curling and weaving from the neckline down to the waist, giving the dress an ethereal, fluid appearance. As the eye followed the embroidery to the hem, the silver waves broke into short, sharp lines, accentuating the elegance of the gown with a subtle edge.

The royal tailors moved with precision and care as they presented their finished work, revealing the gown with an air of quiet pride. @@novelbin@@

The lead tailor, a woman with greying hair but steady, confident hands, lifted the gown for Jasmine to see in full, her voice calm and respectful. "Your Highness, as requested, the finest materials were used. We hope that the work is to your liking"

Jasmine stood silently, her eyes tracing the fine details of the dress but offering no immediate response. Her posture was composed, and her face remained unreadable as she absorbed the tailor's words and the work before her. She reached out, brushing her fingers against the soft purple fabric, feeling the cool, smooth texture under her fingertips. 

Queen Rosalind, seated nearby in an ornately carved chair, watched the scene with calm interest, she found her retirement more pleasarable that she would have ever thought. Her hand, wrapped delicately around a cup of apple cider, moved in a slow, practiced motion as she took another sip. Rosalind's eyes flickered over the dress, her expression one of mild approval, but her attention kept drifting back to her silent daughter.