The royal feast was a grand occasion, with all the kingdom's residents gathering in the magnificent hall. They wore their finest garments, chatting with companions as they moved about the room. The tables were laden with a variety of sumptuous foods, enticing the senses of all present.
Meanwhile, the imposter found herself in her room, struggling to squeeze into the dress provided by Kealan. She sighed in frustration, feeling the fabric constricting around her. "Gosh, I just want to tear this cloth off," she muttered to herself. Spotting a pair of scissors on the counter, she hurried over and grabbed them.
Turning to face the large standing mirror, the imposter caught sight of the reflection of the real Desina. Desina's image appeared, trapped and desperate, behind the glass. She pounded
