Lauralye could hear movement outside of her closet and assumed it was Robert getting up. She tightened the corset of her dress behind her back before quickly tying it at the bottom. She didn't have a mirror in her closet to see how she looked, so she merely looked down at the blue dress and brushed her hands over her many skirts. She grabbed a long brown cloak off a hanger and pulled it over her shoulders before tying it at her neck. Finally, off a pedestal she took a golden crown. She looked at it for a moment, it had been in mother's all those years ago. She had asked her father if she could keep it in her room rather than in some crown room. She placed the crown in her dark hair before she left her closet and walked back into her room. She looked at Robert and smiled, "Don't you look dashing."