Fifth day of Jeremiah of the Year 5051, Sovereign Calendar.
In one of the lavish royal rooms in the Royal Palace of the Endaira Empire, a woman aged around seventeen was composedly sitting on an intricately, unblemished sturdy wooden chair. Her hair was golden blonde, similar to a bright gold silk glimmering in the scorching desert; her eyes were azure in luster, like an untarnished and serene ocean. Her body masked with snow-white skin exuded an ethereal allure, as though it was chiseled from the most refined diamond.
As this elegant woman was sitting in front of a full-body mirror, with her supple hands on her lap, a soft voice echoed from behind:
"Is your hair to your liking, Princess?"
"Lisbeth, it seems you are doing well these days. I feel more satisfied than ever." The Princess floated a smile at her personal maid, whom she referred to as Lisbeth.
