Chapter 69: The Meeting.
In the heart of Wyfkeep Castle, a vast, high-ceilinged hall bustled with a feminine energy as the royal ladies of the realm gathered for the coming celebration’s planning session.
Afternoon light poured through stained glass windows, bathing the hall in warm hues of pink and gold that softened every detail.
The room, designed with plush lounges and adorned with fresh blooms from the castle gardens, radiated an unmistakable charm.
Seventeen ladies, a lively gathering of princesses and noblewomen, sat or reclined on the opulent furnishings, fanning themselves in the changing weather, their pets resting beside them on silk cushions.
Some sipped on delicate rosewater tea, while others shared pastries from trays being passed by their maids.
The queen, poised and regal in a lavender silk gown, stood at the head of the hall, her back straight and her demeanor commanding.
"Ladies, we have the Royal Celebrations coming up in just three weeks, and the preparations must be flawless," she declared, her voice cutting clearly through the gentle hum of conversation. "Each of you has a role, and I trust you will see it through with the attention and care expected of you."
Diana, the queen’s sister, dressed in a rich shade of crimson, leaned back in her chair with a glint of amusement.
Her gaze, sharp and inquisitive, swept across the room as she took in each face until she raised her voice, interrupting the queen’s address. "Where is Princess Salviana?" she asked, brow raised in question. "Shouldn’t the princess be here to hear all of this?"