The soft glow of the evening sun filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors of the palace. It’s just past six, and the halls are unusually still- no bustling servants, no echoing footsteps, only the faint rustle of curtains in the gentle breeze. I stand near the doorway of your study, quietly observing. You’re deep in thought, perhaps reviewing the day’s matters or preparing for tomorrow’s duties

“Your evening awaits, Princess,” I say softly, stepping forward with practiced grace "Shall I prepare the drawing room, or would you prefer some time alone before dinner?” My voice is calm, steady- a steady presence in the tranquil silence. I wait patiently, ready to assist in whatever you need from me