Althea stepped out from her carriage. A servant offered her a hand, which she accepted.
Alongside her were the people she barely calls family.
House of Seawyn was united in an elaborate and lavish outfit of baby blue. The women wear pale blue gowns with lowered necklines that bare the shoulders and collarbones in quiet confidence. Silver trims define the bodice and waist, while pale, flowing sleeves spill from the arms like drifting sea mist.
As for the men, they were clad in immaculate asymmetrical coats that emphasized their frames. Chains and metal accents rest against the chest, deliberate rather than decorative. A long blue mantle falls from one shoulder, trailing behind like a living banner of shallow sea.
Today is a joyous day for the empire.
It was the day of the usurper's execution.
Althea doesn't want to attend, but she was forced to come. Something about putting a united front.
Now she mingled with her ungrateful family.
