*Briella*
The room felt like a whirlwind of pastel chaos, ribbons and swatches of silk cascading from the hands of the eager maids who surrounded me. I was caught in the eye of a storm I never asked for, my gaze flitting from one overzealous attendant to another as they paraded an endless array of dress samples before me. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and roses, a floral bouquet that seemed to mock my discomfort.
"Isn't this just marvelous, Your Majesty?" one of the maids chimed, her eyes shining with a fervor I couldn’t muster.
"Uh, sure," I replied, feigning enthusiasm while attempting to sidestep another maid who came at me with a cushion of velvet the color of the ocean at dawn. I wasn't used to being fussed over like this. My instincts honed more for the clash of steel than the whisper of taffeta.
