Haven was dressed in a white gown, shoulders bare enough to reveal her collarbones, though a semi-transparent layer of fabric covered from there to her neck.
The gown was entirely white, with frost seeming to emanate from the fabric, as if woven from ice. Layers of silk and organza caught the light when she moved, though the cold radiating from her dampened the effect somehow. It was Edwardian-era ballroom style, fitted bodice with a flowing, wide skirt.
Her hair was tied in a ponytail, decorated with a white flower. Though her skin looked paler than usual, she still stood out from the dress rather than disappearing into it.
She was simply breathtaking. If Scar didn't know better, he would've assumed she was walking down the aisle on her wedding day, even without a veil.
He was thrilled to see the person he'd been anticipating all day had arrived. Less thrilled to see Arthur at her side, though.
