''Your highness, Happy Birthday.''
''May the light of goddess gaia shine upon you, your highness.''
''Bless your new age, your highness.''
''Your highness….''
The banquet hall shimmered with opulence, a testament to the grandeur of the occasion. Nobles, draped in their finest attires and adorned with glittering jewels, clustered around the queen, each waiting for a moment to offer their wishes. Their voices, like a chorus of devoted well-wishers, echoed through the hall, mingling with the soft strains of the lute and the gentle murmurs of conversations.
Basking in the light of attention, the queen stood gracefully; her smile never leaving her lips as she enjoyed the flattering words from the nobles.
''Oh my wonders, is this a new style from Madam Giselle, your highness?''
''Such craftsmanship…''
''So beautiful…''
