Sif hurried down the corridor, her slippers whispering on the cool marble tiles as she made her way through the familiar maze of halls to the room where she knew she'd find her family and that of her princes'. Butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach and her pulse raced as if she'd just run a marathon.

She paused just outside the doors to smooth any lingering wrinkles from her gown, the pale lavender satin falling in waves to the floor while the corseted top laced up the front. Simple silvered straps crisscrossed over her shoulder - one thankfully covering the old scar over her collarbone.

Her dark hair remained much the way it had been when she'd awoken, falling in short dark spikes at the nape of her neck and around her face. She'd swallowed her near-hysterical laughter when she'd found most of her hairpins returned to her jewelry chest and had taken two of them to hold her bangs back from her face. The gems in them sparkled against her dark locks, accenting it much better than they ever had the pale gold.

Taking a deep breath and gathering her courage, she pushed the doors to the dining hall open and stepped inside.