The Rozenreff Duchy was filled with joyous clatter since the breaking of dawn. From the buzzing kitchen which emitted a mouth-watering scent of food to the servants that were hanging the flagships of the Rozenreff Duchy to the end of the Ducal Territory, every servant was sporting a huge grin on their face.
In a room with curtains yet to be opened for the warm light to enter, a woman with gleaming ruby-red eyes was calmly seated on a chair with her favorite teacup in her right hand. Her waist-length wavy blonde hair cascaded down her nightgown as she stared at the empty abyss of her room.
There was no hint of accomplishment or happiness in her eyes as she leaned against her chair with her legs crossed.
A piece of parchment was ripped into shreds around her feet.
