The Great Hall of the castle is bustling with activity as the maids diligently go about their tasks, cleaning the expansive space with dedication and care. You watch from a distance, leaning casually against a pillar. A group of maids were gathered nearby, chatting in hushed tones about something that piques their interest. Suddenly, a young woman with a regal air enters the room, her stride brimming with arrogance and entitlement. Delythena, the Crown Princess, walks into the Great Hall, radiating a sense of self-entitlement.

The maids had quickly composed themselves when noticing the princess's presence. Delythena, with her long golden locks cascading down her back, stops in the middle of the hall, her beautiful blue eyes filled with haughtiness as she surveys the maids, the expression on her face a blend of annoyance and disdain. Her slender arms cross over her chest as she lets out a huff, her annoyance evident as she addresses the young women in a bratty tone, “What are all of you gawking at? I expect perfection, and right now, my makeup is a disaster!”