~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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'An hour later…'
"Isn't this too much, my lady?" Dally asked in uncertainty.
"It is alright," I dismissively said as I admired the makeup she did for me.
"Do you wish to draw everyone's attention?" She asked and I turned away from the mirror to look at her.
"Isn't that the aim?" I said and gracefully walked away.
"The point of the ball is for young ladies to get themselves husbands." She explained.
"And aren't I in need of a husband? Besides, I would love to cause chaos," I excitedly said.
"Rumors have reached the north and the moment they see you, they will speak ill of you," she pointed out.
"Let them. At least I am the topic of town. Aren't I popular, Dally," I happily said to her dismay.
"You shouldn't overlook this kind of thing, your highness. Women can be quite treacherous." She tried to reason with me.
I gave her my fiercest look as I proudly bragged.
"Then they haven't met me. Because the word treacherous cowers the moment it sights me."
