As Lydia and I entered the large, opulent room filled with racks of luxurious fabrics and ornate clothing, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with slight trepidation.
The coronation was just days away, and choosing the right attire felt like preparing for battle. Only this time, the armour was silk, velvet, and fine embroidery.
Lydia, ever graceful, walked over to a rack of dresses, her fingers brushing over the delicate fabrics. The room was lined with mirrors, reflecting the soft light of the chandeliers above, making the rich colours of the gowns and suits shimmer.
There were blues as deep as the night sky, golds that glinted like sunlight, and reds as fierce as fire. Each piece seemed to demand attention, to speak of power and elegance.
"We need to find something that complements each other," Lydia said thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the rows of gowns. "Something that's subtle but... connected."
