*Aloria*
The sun dips low in the sky, casting an amber glow through the arched windows of my chamber. I stand before the ornate mirror, my reflection a stark reminder of the royal duties that await me. The gown I wear is a deep sapphire, the fabric flowing around me like water, accentuating my form in a way that feels foreign and surreal. I touch my hair, intricately braided and adorned with delicate silver clips, but every touch feels like a reminder of the weight that now rests upon my shoulders.
Servants bustle around me, their faces alight with joy as they prepare me for the council meeting. A young maid with bright, eager eyes holds a jeweled tiara above her head, the gems sparkling like stars. “Oh, Princess Aloria, you’ll be the most beautiful sight in all of Valenor!” she exclaims
