A florist walked past Saphira's room and had picked up the rose to put with the rest. Saphira had finished putting make-up on her face, polishing her claws and making sure her teeth were clean and white, now was putting on her dress. Her glossy, conditioned scales made the dress every so more beautiful. Saphira was proud to put it on. She went with silver jewelry, wearing a silver necklace with an amethyst gem with several carets of diamonds bordering the gem, silver ring with an amethyst and earrings as the same style as the necklace. She decided to where the only she hasn't worn, an elvish crown, pure silver and glows like starlight. Simply, but beautiful. Last to put on were the silver gloves and lavender glass heels. "I am so like Cinderella, without the step mother and step sisters," She says to the mirror with awe in her voice. Saphira was nervous. Who would stand out among the rest of men? Who will see past the gold and gems and find they are all she needs? Who are willing to give up their old lives to become the new king of Areth? These questions played on Saphira's mind like fire.