As I stood in my study, the sun casting long shadows through the tall windows, I took a moment to scrutinize my reflection in the mirror. The robe I wore was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, chosen to suit my taste perfectly by the maids who had served me for so long. Dark blue fabric, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like starlight, draped elegantly over my form. The attire was both regal and imposing, a reflection of my status and the occasion that lay ahead.
The royal banquet was not just a social event; it was an opportunity, a stage where power and influence danced in delicate balance. I knew the importance of every detail, every gesture. Satisfied with my appearance, I turned to the task of ensuring I was fully prepared.
