HonorÃ¨ smiled as she watched her sister leave. In truth, ValÃ¨re was all she had left. It was her that had found her when she'd had her accident while riding, who had nursed her through a month of fevered dreams and helped her recover for almost a year. Who had held her when her fiancee, Lord Issex had been lost at sea on the same boat that had carried their family's fortune. But even through the loss of both of those, the two sisters had persevered and had gotten to a place of relative safety.<br/><br/>The smile was still on her face as she allowed entrance to two of her slaves to help her dress. The braids in her hair were taken down, and brushed out, leaving the red burnished brunette waves to dance down her back. Upon her body, she was gowned in a delicate chiffon gown that looked as if it might tear from a single harsh look. In truth, a wanton angel despite being fully covered as almost any maiden of Anastaria.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>"Your highness."<br/><br/>She announced herself as she reached the gardens, the small container of unguent in her hand as she made a bow and waited for the directive to stand.