“YOUR Highness,” Lady Eliza called, drawing Princess Stella’s attention. They were currently in the palace boudoir, accompanied by the most renowned modiste in the Empire. With her wedding to the Emperor drawing near, Eliza was determined to prepare the finest gown befitting the future Empress.
“Yes, Lady Eliza?” Princess Stella turned toward her.
“When will His Majesty return to attend to the wedding preparations?”
Princess Stella handed a length of fabric to her aide before facing Eliza once more. “His Majesty has not given a specific date. However, he has ordered that everything you require be provided without delay. Though he may not be present at the moment, rest assured that once he returns, he will personally attend to the wedding arrangements.”
As the modiste carefully measured
