The room, adorned with gilded chandeliers and velvet drapes, buzzed with the presence of heavily armed knights. Their eyes darted in every direction, hands resting on the hilts of their swords, ready to strike at the slightest hint of danger.
The recent assassination attempt on Princess Maria, the beloved royal of the Harlow Empire and the ambassador of peace, had set the capital ablaze with whispers and fear.
Christina, being the young woman from a modest baron family, sat anxiously on a plush sofa beside Maria. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her heart racing as she stole glances at the knights surrounding them.
Maria, on the other hand, seemed utterly unfazed. The princess, with her cascading dark hair and radiant smile, was happily devouring a plate of mousse cakes she'd bought earlier that day. Her cheeks puffed out as she savored each bite, humming contentedly.
