A woman in a blue dress walking down a street in a city

“No! Don’t you understand? I’m a commoner, not a princess!” But my arms were pulled up over my head again, and an underskirt of silver damask fell down over the framework of hoops and petticoats. And then the white velvet came over my head, and there were a few moments of confusion where I felt like I was pulled in several directions at once. Finally my hands were released and I could see again, and I staggered under the unaccustomed weight of the embroidered, bejewelled velvet.