The Rejected True Heiress
More beautiful than anything I had probably ever owned in my entire life, which was saying something, because I’d only ever worn the best of the best even when I was nobody.
The bodice was embroidered with gold thread, the skirt a deep sapphire blue that pooled around my feet like water. And sitting on the bench next to me, wrapped in silk, was the tiara.
My tiara.
Needing to see it one more time, I reached out and gently unwrapped it. I picked it up, running my fingers over the jewels. Diamonds and sapphires like a shimmering sea, all set in white gold, the circlet perfectly sized for my head.