RARITY ARMOR
The corridors of the castle were a maze, their grandeur contrasting with the subtle tension that lingered in the air. Diana walked beside me, her presence a silent reassurance. We reached my chambers, and as I stepped inside, the opulence of the room struck me anew.
Diana, with a practiced efficiency, began preparing a bath and laid out a selection of garments. "If there's anything specific you'd prefer, please let me know, Your Highness," she said, her tone respectful but devoid of the warmth one might expect.
I thanked her and dismissed her, finding myself alone in the lavishly adorned chamber. The reflection in the ornate mirror seemed like that of a stranger, a queen thrust into a role she hadn't chosen. The events of the day, from the forest to the grand hall, felt l
