Leila wasn't sure if she would be able to attend tonight's dinner. It wasn't that she couldn't physically, it was that the doctor didn't want her up and about. She had had sickness way worse than this when she was in combat! She felt that the doctor was over reacting. So she pulled the covers off her, called her maids, and told them to help her dress.
The pup, whom she named Thorn, was eager to help her. Though destructive, he did brighten Leila's mood. When having to sit for a long period of time while the maids did her hair, Thorn was exellant amusement.
"I want to wear something blue," she said to one of the maids, "and something reflecting my culture," she drew out a sketch of her dress, "that."
"Your majesty, that is so revealing!"
"Do it. And so what if my thighs are showing, what little prudes you northeners are. Now chop chop."
An hour or so later the girl came back with the shining royal blue dress.
"Perfect," Leila said, and prepared for the dinner.