SELVARA’S POV

I walked up to the cracked mirror that hung on the wall of my chamber in the dungeon. My reflection was pale, almost ghostlike, but I forced a smile anyway. Tonight, I wanted to look decent. Tonight, I wanted to please Zyros. The thought made my stomach twist as I had been waiting for this night for forever.

I carefully smoothed the dress I had chosen. It had to look good, and I had done everything to make it so. It was simple but neat. It made me look softer, almost ...