Camille Fernandez was in better spirits than ever.
She stayed in her chambers — she settled in her favorite armchair by the window and drank her tea. A rare variety of mahogany leaves. Outside there was the sound of the wind and birdsong, and the scent of fresh flowers from the imperial garden made her forget about everything in the world.
The day was truly wonderful.
Camille was dressed in a delicate pink dress with ruffles and light makeup on her face. Her golden hair spread out in a waterfall down her back. Anyone who saw her today said that the crown princess was as beautiful as a rose.
Bringing a cup of tea to her lips, the girl covered her eyes. It would be nice to enjoy this atmosphere for the rest of the evening.
However, not everything could go so smoothly. Something was bound to happen and disturb her.
And so it happened this time. In the middle of the day, rushing footsteps were heard in the corridor of the imperial palace.
