Ira stood in the center of the royal chamber, her eyes sparkling with wonder. She turned slowly, taking in the breathtaking beauty of her surroundings.
"Wow," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "What a magnificent room." Her gaze fell upon an ornate artifact on a shelf, and she stepped closer to examine it. "Oh, this… I've seen this in a museum before!" she exclaimed, her fingers lightly tracing the intricate patterns.
Every corner of the room held something remarkable. Ira wandered around, her eyes wide with curiosity, marveling at the treasures within. Her gaze landed on a sword displayed prominently on the wall. Intrigued, she lifted it, only to stagger under its weight.
"Ah, this is so heavy!" she gasped, struggling to hold it steady. But her determination flared, and she tried to wield it. Swinging it clumsily, she laughed. "Yes! I'll defeat you! Just you wait!" She pretended to engage in an imaginary duel, her laughter ringing through the room.
Excitement bubbled within her as she explored further, touching everything with childlike wonder. She leapt onto the bed, bouncing up and down with glee. "This is so much fun!" she giggled.
Her attention was drawn to the large window, and she rushed to it. Pushing the curtains aside, she gasped at the stunning view outside—a lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and birds singing melodiously. Ira opened the window and stretched out her arms.
"Come, my dear little birds," she sang, her voice light and playful. "Join me, and let's sing together!" She twirled around, her joy uncontainable, before flopping onto the bed with a contented sigh.
Before she realized it, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into a peaceful nap amidst the royal splendor.
Some time later, a sharp knock on the door startled her awake. A voice called from outside, firm yet respectful. "Prince Yuvan, it's time for your sword practice. Please come quickly."
Ira groaned, her face buried in the pillows. "Who is it? Let me sleep," she mumbled. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking groggily. "Huh? Where… where am I?" she muttered, sitting up abruptly as the memories of the palace rushed back to her.
"Oh! That's right," she said, jumping out of bed. "I'm coming!"
She hurried to the closet, pulling the doors open. Her jaw dropped at the sight before her—a wardrobe filled with exquisite clothing, each piece more lavish than the last.
"Wow…" she breathed, running her fingers over the fine fabrics. "So many clothes… and they're all so beautiful. The all clothes just for one prince!" She chuckled to herself. "And here I am, with only two simple outfits that barely fit."
Her eyes darted between the garments, a flicker of panic setting in. "Oh no… which one is for sword practice?" She rummaged through the closet, muttering to herself. "This is going to be harder than the practice itself!"
Her curiosity and amazement lingered as she tried to decide, the grandeur of the moment making her forget, for just a little while, the whirlwind of events that had brought her here.