The grand hall was a hive of activity, each person focused intently on their task. The decorators moved with purpose, draping garlands of fresh flowers along the banisters and across the archways.
Their hands worked quickly and skillfully, weaving together vibrant colors and delicate fragrances. Nearby, a line of servants and butlers stood ready, trays balanced perfectly in their hands.
Each tray was a display of abundance: succulent fruits glistening with freshness, an array of meticulously prepared dishes, cups of fine china, and carafes filled with rich, aromatic wines.Amidst the bustling preparations,
Reina paced in her chamber, her mind racing with thoughts of her next move. The stakes were high, and the pressure to perform was immense.
Her room, usually a sanctuary of calm, felt like a cage today, the walls closing in on her as she walked back and forth. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft, yet firm, knock on the door.
