to be a deep dark red, the color of blood.
´´Let´s see how it looks shall we?´´ the maid suggested. The dress was indeed beautiful, spun from a rich heavy wool that was so fine it almost seemed to
be made from something else altogether. It was an a-line dress and snug at the waist. The collar was upstanding in her neck and the neckline was deep, though
only a slit, it revealed her skin almost to the navel. The sleeves were long and tight and reached just over the wrist. The dress was so dark it looked almost black
at times. The maid pulled back her hair and put it up, two ruby drop earrings to frame her face and the outfit was perfect. Moira knew he had picked it out for her.
She put on the red suede boots that Elsa had brought (they reminded her of those victorian lace-ups she used to love), they matched the dress perfectly,
and a ring, one ruby on her right ring finger. She colored her lips the same color as her earrings, and she was done.
´´Milord, I must thank you for your hospitality and the dress of course´´ Moira told Ciaran as she walked into the dining room. The light in the room was
completely consistent of candles and hearthfire. Lord Pendragon was standing by the fireplace as he turned and looked at his guest, he was dressed