*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?" ...