*Briella*
The palace was buzzing with activity. It was no longer just the construction outside. A symphony of anticipation for the ball had taken over everything within the walls. I wove through the organized chaos, feeling a surge of energy at being amidst it all. "Need any help here?" I asked one of the chefs, who was artfully arranging a platter of succulent roasted pheasant.
"Your Majesty," he began with a reverent bow, his eyes wide as if I had offered to forge the crown jewels myself. "There's no need for you to dirty your hands. We have it well in hand."
It wasn't the response I wanted, but I pushed on, determined to be more than just a spectator in my own palace. I approached a group of planners, their heads bent over scrolls and diagrams. "Is there anything I can do to assist?" I offered eagerly.
