The red dress, of course.

"I would choose the red dress," you say, with an odd flutter in your heart as you watch her eyes land upon the dress. "You want to make an impression on your first day, don't you? Anyone who sees you in this will know exactly what sort of leader you're going to be: confident, audacious, passionate about her duties to her people. No one would dare secondguess you in this, your highness."

She takes your words to heart as you help her into the dress. There's a sparkle in her eyes as she twirls in front of the mirror, admiring the flattering cut and the way her crown contrasts with the deep royal velvety reds. "I daresay you're right, Freya. I feel like a queen already. What an excellent choice!"

The praise strikes you to your core, and you bob your head in a quick nod, eager to please your princess. "Of course, your highness. You look marvelous, better than I even imagined."

You do her hair and adorn her with jewels, and it's clear that her nervousness is fading. If anything, Rosalia seems excited for the day ahead, eager to prove herself and take charge of her kingdom.