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Today, the Prince of the Sunward Kingdoms stood before her. He was desperate. His sister had been cursed to wear a gown of burning nettles. Only the Marvelous Designer could weave a "Robe of Reversal"—a garment that would turn fire to flower petals.

Every gown Elara created cost her a memory. The first dress, a shimmering cloak of autumn leaves, took her first birthday party. She could no longer remember the taste of her mother’s spiced cider. The second, a suit of living steel for a sky-knight, cost her the sound of her father’s laugh. marvelous designer price

"I will pay your weight in starlight," the Prince said, trembling. Today, the Prince of the Sunward Kingdoms stood before her

She placed his hand on the crystalline loom. The threads of his memory—yellow light, the scent of rain on paper, his mother's humming—poured into the machine. The Robe of Reversal shimmered into existence: white silk that exhaled cool air, embroidered with forget-me-nots that wept dew. Only the Marvelous Designer could weave a "Robe