Comes next morning, in front of one of the oldest True Vampire the continent had ever known lays a great challenge.
Celine had faced armies with less preparation, a realization that came to her after she rejected the third dress and found herself studying a fourth as though the fate of Bastos depended upon its sleeves.
The first had made her look ready for an Imperial banquet. Today involved no banquet, political gathering or gathering of noble families eager to judge the restored heir of House Bastos. The second had been comfortable enough for an ordinary walk through the city, which somehow made it feel too ordinary. The third still lay across the bed while Celine stood before the mirror in the fourth and wondered when choosing clothes had become more difficult than planning a battle.
