Felicia rolled her eyes at Meredith. Yes, it was so scandalous that a woman could actually do things for herself. She wasn't a damn porcelain doll. But she might as well had been, the way people acted around her. She wasn't a small child and perfectly capable of brushing her own hair or dressing herself. Not that people were going to let her. Who knows, she might slip and rip the dress if she tried it herself.<br/><br/>Still, she knew Meredith meant it as a joke. Sometimes Felicia thought the commoners had it so much easier. They might not have her family's wealth, but surely they had more freedom. She was sure she was one of the few women her age that was still bathed and dressed like she was a small child.<br/><br/>"Fine, fine. Leave in my time of need. I see how you are."<br/><br/>Felicia told Meredith, sticking her tongue out at her knight. Meredith would know it was a joke. Felicia followed the handmaids and let them do what they needed to do. She also knew that whatever frilly dress the handmaids thought was perfect for the festival would go well with a white stash. It was silly to her to wear it. She was already betrothed.<br/><br/>Felicia knew how this would work. For the public, she would catch the eye of Alcuard. He would hand her a rose, they would announce they were getting married, and they would live happily ever after. Well, maybe or maybe not that last part. But she would marry him and give him children, that much she knew. Her father, the king, had already decided that.<br/><br/>Maybe other couples met for real at the festival, but it didn't work that way for royalty. All she'd be doing was taking part in a tradition. Each of her brothers had done the same when their father had chosen their brides. It was all a good show for the public and to get them excited for a royal wedding.