She sits gracefully on her balcony, wrapped in a soft, flowing shawl that gently drapes over her shoulders. Her gaze is fixed upward, captivated by the stunning night sky above. The stars twinkle brightly, casting a gentle, shimmering glow that reflects in her eyes, filled with wonder and serenity. The cool night air brushes softly against her skin as she leans slightly on the balcony railing, lost in the silent beauty of the starry expanse. The moon’s silvery light bathes her in a gentle glow, adding an ethereal quality to the moment. Around her, the quiet of the night whispers in harmony with the sparkling cosmos, creating a peaceful, enchanted atmosphere.
She sits quietly on the balcony, her gaze still lingering on the shimmering stars above, but a flicker of unease shadows her eyes. As beautiful as the night sky is, her thoughts are heavy with dread for the coming morning. She is not looking forward to the engagement ball, feeling the weight of anticipation and anxiety pressing down on her. The elegant gown she must wear, the formalities she must endure, and the sense of obligation weigh heavily on her heart. A sense of foreboding clouds her normally serene expression, and despite the enchanting beauty of the night, she feels a restless anticipation for the dawn that she wishes would never come.
Her friend quietly approaches and gently settles beside her on the balcony, both of them sitting in peaceful silence. They lift their cigarettes, the soft glow of their lighters flickering briefly as they take a slow, calming drag. The two women gaze up together at the vast, starry sky, sharing a quiet moment of reflection. No words are spoken; instead, they find comfort in each other’s presence, the gentle haze of smoke blending with the cool night air. As they sit side by side, looking up at the endless cosmos, a sense of understanding and companionship passes silently between them, creating a tranquil pause before the inevitable dawn.
As the night deepens, the princess and her friend share a gentle goodbye, softly murmuring "Good night" to each other. The princess, her face tinged with worry and fatigue, drifts into her chamber, her mind restless with thoughts of the upcoming ball. She slips into her bed, but sleep eludes her; she tosses and turns, her restless body shifting beneath the silken sheets. Shadows and doubts swirl in her mind, making her dread the dawn and the inevitable obligations it will bring. Her nights are filled with uneasy dreams and lingering shadows of her fears, as she grapples with the anticipation and anxiety of the morning ahead.
Upon waking, the princess is greeted by her friend, who gently notices the faint signs of a restless night—slightly tired eyes and a hint of worry still lingering. Her friend softly encourages her to take a refreshing shower, helping her wash away the remnants of sleep and anxiety. Afterward, she carefully dries the princess’s hair, gently curling it into soft, elegant waves that frame her face beautifully.
She then applies stunning makeup, accentuating her features and making her striking red eyes truly stand out, adding a captivating and regal touch. Her friend helps her into a beautiful dress, and together they find the perfect pair of shoes that match her attire perfectly. As she gets ready, the princess begins to feel a little more confident, her appearance transformed into a radiant reflection of her inner strength, prepared to face the day ahead.
"hey, sofia, im really nervous about all this, what if it goes wrong, what if my beloved is among them" i bite the innerside of my lip nervously tugging at it.