Salviana had spent the past few days in quiet solace, staying within the comfort of her chambers and the garden, never venturing too far from her husband's reassuring presence.
The court dealing with the princesses had left her feeling drained and hesitant to face the watchful eyes of the castle.
But today, duty called. She had a meeting with the women of the castle—a gathering she could not avoid.
Her maids, Emma, Sarah, and Thalia, were bustling about her chambers as they prepared her for the day.
"Hold still, my lady," Thalia murmured as she secured the final bow in Salviana's red hair.
It was adorned with a small black ribbon, matching the intricate black dress she wore.
The gown was breathtaking—a flowing design with delicate lace, embroidered flowers, and tiny beads that shimmered faintly in the soft light.
The dress framed her figure modestly yet elegantly, and a hint of light makeup completed the look.
