In the heart of Wyfkeep Castle, a vast, high-ceilinged hall bustled with a feminine energy as the royal ladies of the realm gathered for the coming celebration's planning session.
Afternoon light poured through stained glass windows, bathing the hall in warm hues of pink and gold that softened every detail.
The room, designed with plush lounges and adorned with fresh blooms from the castle gardens, radiated an unmistakable charm.
Seventeen ladies, a lively gathering of princesses and noblewomen, sat or reclined on the opulent furnishings, fanning themselves in the changing weather, their pets resting beside them on silk cushions.
Some sipped on delicate rosewater tea, while others shared pastries from trays being passed by their maids.
The queen, poised and regal in a lavender silk gown, stood at the head of the hall, her back straight and her demeanor commanding.
