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The Butterfly's Engagement 1.3CHAPTER 3The tragic morning fell upon L'azuria, and rather than dressing her in wedding garments, Psyche was dressed as if for a funeral. Her layered dress, adorned with lace and frills, was a rich black that seemed to consume the light around it, and fastened tightly around her small frame was a matching corset. Her black sleeves clung to her thin arms, giving them a sickly appearance. The large, black shawl around her head and shoulders masked her usually brilliant brown curls in attempt to keep out the chill of late winter. Beneath the shadow of this shawl, her sweet, childlike face remained cold and distant. She rode inside a caravan with her weeping family, and on the outside it was wet and grey, with dirty slush and soft ice lining the streets. Indeed, an unsuspecting passerby would have assumed a funeral procession were taking place the way the townspeople cried and wailed on their way to the mountainside. Once they arrived there, her mother told her through tears
The Butterfly's Engagement 1.2CHAPTER 2So it came to pass that Psyche’s sisters married two loving princes of neighboring cities, yet oddly, Psyche herself never managed to win any one man’s heart. Thousands of men had come to bring her gifts, court her, and look upon her beauty—then to leave and ask another lady for her hand in marriage (two of whom had been her sisters!). This came as a disappointment to all but Psyche. She preferred to spend her days in the garden, inviting only the sun and the birds to keep her company, and happily dancing whenever she felt so inclined. She would say to herself, “It is just as well that no man has asked me to be his wife, for I have grown tired and weary of those who praise me for only my beauty, and never look into my soul.” But oh, how she prayed deep inside that still one day, she would find a man with a pure enough heart to see past the beautiful figure and fall in love with her.The King and Queen, however, had always held high