You're nearly walking on air on the way back to your chambers to think of the grand stage before you, in but a few days' time.
You give a nod to a pair of palace scribes who are openly staring at you as you wander past. You smooth your diamond-patterned sleeves and increase your pace a touch, the bells at your skirt tinkling blandly as you do. They haven't been the only ones to mark you thus. Perhaps your prowess displayed during the tour has made you that much more notable here on your return? Perhaps the tale of your daring misadventure with the Prinxe precedes you?
You give yourself a shake.