they walked out together onto the dais, men gasped and turned to stare. Everywhere she heard whispers: is that the princess? has to be, couldn’t be, why here we never noticed how beautiful she is. She would never forget that moment: no matter what happened later in her life, she would always be able to pull it out of her mind like a jewel out of a treasure chest, the moment when she stepped through the little door into her womanhood, and the entire great hall fell silent to watch.
Maryn was sitting at the head of the table of honour, and some servant or other had found a cloak in the red, silver, and black plaid of Cerrmor to drape his chair, and a shirt embroidered with the ship blazon of Cerrmor for him to wear, so that when he rose to greet her he was already the king in the eyes of every man there. He bowed, caught her hand and kissed it, and smiled at her in a way that set her hand shaking in his.
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