She was not looking forward to tonight, the blond ruefully admitted that to herself as she regarded herself in the mirror. Gowns were laid upon the bed, nine, nine exquisite, beautiful, other worldly gowns that were meant for her. And she didn't want to wear any of them, they were for the daughter her father wanted to have, not the one he actually got stuck with. Dawn pushed away from her vanity, having spent far too long eying the elaborate updo one of the 'handmaidens' had done to her curls. Even after three months of living in the courts, of knowing her true self she still found it hard to believe her hair wasn't just pale blond, but really the color of stars, a pure white gold, so pale it seemed to shine in any light. Or that her eyes were tri colored like the midnight sky. It was still hard to accept at moments that she was a sidhe. And a Princess of them at that. She sighed and moved away from the mirror.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the tall female to cross to her rather large, ornate bed. There were gowns in several styles, the colors all royal ones meant to flatter her coloring, and scream "Hi I'm the Princess look at me" . A white one, with sapphires winking in more places then she could count, a pale gold one that would set off her hair with pearls scattered over it. A pale pink one with rose cut rubies, a pale frosty blue one with diamonds making star patterns. Her fingers brushed over each as she shook her head.<br/><br/>Then something caught her eye and she dragged it out, it was darker then the others, a deep intense navy blue, almost as dark as the outer most circle of her eyes. It had an empire waist line, set off by dark sapphires and pearls, in a pattern of Celtic knots. It was gaudy but simpler then the others. White chiffon floated over the bottom part of the gown, sheer and darkened by the blue, the dress was soft to touch, layers of tull and chiffon. The sleeves were off shoulder, edged with more white, thin ribbon and peeks of the white chiffon that looked almost like ruffles, just simple, classic like touches. This was the gown she would wear. Dawn slipped into it easily, zipping it up and going back to her vanity to pick up a simple pure white pearl necklace, earrings of sapphire droplets going in her ears.<br/><br/>A maid knocked and entered, seeing her gown and bobbing. "Good choice Mistress, now your tiara."<br/><br/>"Amelia is that really needed?" She asked the brownie who nodded and pulled out a white gold tiara, set with dark sapphires and winking diamonds, that mimicked the colors of her eyes and the dress she had chosen. She sighed but let the tiny female fit the tiara into her hair arrangement, at least this meant she could go see her guards now. The brownie moved slowly, doing light make up upon her eyes, playing up her eyes with a light smokey blue grey eye shadow, applying a simple gloss to her lips.<br/><br/>"You are as lovely as your Mother."<br/><br/>"My mother? The queen?" Dawn's eyes flew open but Amelia just shook her head and curtsied.<br/><br/>"You are ready Princess, you should go or you will be late."<br/><br/>And with that the tiny brown female vanished and Dawn realized once again she was sick of all the secrets of the court. Yet she stood and slipped on her shoes, simple dark navy flats, she had been a reporter, so she wasn't overly crazy about heels when on the job, or for court functions. She liked feeling how the ground felt. With one more glance at the mirror to see the 'vision' of the Seelie Princess she sighed and opened the door to where her guards waited in her sitting room.<br/><br/>"Well gentleman, shall we go to the gallows together?" She asked in her teasing, American cynical humor.