Nina stood in the center of the dressing room as the servants all moved around her, dressing her up for the coronation.
Moreen had knocked on the doors almost immediately after she woke up. When she stepped out of the room, Rodrigo was gone, and she'd not seen him since.
She went back to her own quarters, the dress the Matriarch chose was hanging on the rack, shoes and jewelry lay beside it.
She washed up quickly and was bathed in sweet smelling oil and fragrance.
After which they did her makeup.
Next was her hair and dress, they'd been pinning her hair now for almost an hour, while Moreen fixed the back of her dress.
"Hold still My Lady," Moreen said from behind her, a pin between her teeth.
"I am holding still." she replied, tucking in her breath.
"You moved." Moreen said.
"I didn't, I just breathed."
"Wait a moment, I'm almost done."
Nina pressed her lips together.
After a minute, Moreen stepped in front of her. "All done," Moreen said standing in front of her.
