*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 ...