I looked at myself in the mirror in my wedding dress. It was long with a huge train, all white, studded with precious stones. The neckline was heart-shaped, and a tiara full of diamonds rested on my head. My black hair fell like waves around me, with some braids woven into it. All day, the palace had been full of servants running back and forth, busy with the preparations for the wedding between the princess and Commander Chase. The ceremony was to be held in the south tower hall, where the ...