I am Princess Wyrena Sarvaris. Future queen, beacon of poise, pillar of grace, and proud possessor of absolutely real and naturally voluminous hair.
...I said that in jest. My hair was burned off by a blue-haired gremlin. It's now replaced by a wig.
This is the story of how my father decided to host a multi-night royal ball to marry me off like a prized cow at auction. How the nobility paraded like overdressed peacocks. How three potential suitors vied for my hand: a prince so dramatic he speaks in riddles, a wolf so uncouth he steals food from the castle kitchen, and my judgmental knight who is internally dying.
And me? I am tasked with attending the Grand Ball for my debutante while trying to dodge dramatic wind, tail swipes, allergic sneezes, and most harrowing of all... keeping my wig firmly attached.
