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Katarina’s attendant lifted two folded lengths of cloth from the back of a chair: one a deep blue shot through with silver thread, the other a rich Rustamid red trimmed with gold. “Table runners,” Katarina said. “The Eldorians prefer the blue. My father would prefer the red.” Her mouth tilted. “Personally, I would prefer not to start a war over fabric.” Isla glanced from one to the other. She remembered Catherine’s encounter with the princess. It could not be more different than the person who was asking her opinion. “The blue suits this room,” Isla said. “Your Highness. The stone. The light. The red would fight with it.”

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

The previously gloomy and dark room changed into a homey one. After asking her preferences, Liz had decorated Evely’s room with a simple interior design consisting of light colors such as powder blue, light gray, baby pink, and white. However, even if the room was obviously for a girl, there was nothing princess-like in it— no frills, no laces, nothing over the top. It was now simple, yet, a lot pleasing to the eye compared to before.

I study him for a few seconds, and I consider pushing it, but then I decide against it, and I shake my head. “Alright. If you say so.” “Yeah.” He says gruffly. I frown again and he clears his throat before forcing a smile. “So… tell me again about the colors you wanted for the ceremony. You mentioned pale blue?” He says like nothing just happened. I stare at him for a few seconds before I nod my head. “Yes. Pale blue and silver. I thought it would look elegant.” I say and he nods his head, guiding me gently down the path, deliberately turning us away from the sound of children’s laughter.

In the half-bath, Ella hung the bag Tim had handed her on a hook on the back of the door and unzipped it. She gasped at what she saw hanging there. The gown was gorgeous. A crystal blue color, with lovely gem embellishments all down the bodice, the skirt was full and flowy, and she knew it would look lovely on anyone--even her.

Kabir, “Now that’s a good question. Legend says after he witnessed the destruction caused by Serkhet he was swept with regret and a bitter realization of what his obsession in finding the perfect celestial has caused, disregarding the forces of nature. It is said that he handed over the Heavenly Realm to his daughter Isret and became a human to live among his creations in secret. However, the rumor goes that his powers did not diminish even when he became a human. He had followers who were loyal worshippers of him and also safeguarded his secret. The Faith of the Blue was a staunch devotee and powerful sect who were the only ones that had the knowledge of Uraos’s whereabouts and secrets.” Ne

Elowen's POV “Absolutely not,” Ranon countered immediately, shaking his head. “Blue. A deep, calming blue. Like the sky at dusk.” “No, no, no,” Theron cut in, his lips twitching with amusement, a mischievous glint in his silver eyes. “Something neutral. Elegant. White with delicate silver accents. Like a winter wonderland.” “You’re all wrong,” Alaric announced, stepping back from the plans, his arms crossed, a smug look on his face. “It’s clearly green. A soft, earthy green. Like the woods, like new life. Calming and grounding.”

He had found himself. He had become Blue. --- Months later, on a warm summer evening, Blue unveiled his newest painting. It wasn’t for sale, nor was it for public display. It hung in their apartment, above the couch where they often curled together after long days. The painting was simple: two figures standing side by side, holding hands beneath a sky of deep blue breaking into dawn. It was his final confession, his final masterpiece. Elijah kissed his temple as they stood before it. “What do you call this one?”

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.

And the crystal clear water of the river was a fresh sight. The scene looked like something picked out of fantasy novels with angels and all. Focusing my attention back on Savita, I look at her and tell her “I was hoping to go for something more royally elegant yet bold” She nods understandingly. “Then, how about royal blue?” She looks at me. I shake my head “No it would look too bright and something our grandmas would like to visit instead of highest bidders” I already had enough with the color blue, given to my last experience in LA at Mr. Pedo-Banker’s house.