The banquet

As Rhea sat in front of the dressing mirror, the soft flicker of chandelier light cast a warm glow upon her face. The servants assigned to her moved around her with grace and precision, their nimble fingers weaving through her sliver locks, delicately placing jeweled hairpins and arranging intricate braids. Rhea watched their skilled hands move with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

The reflection staring back at her seemed foreign, as if she were peering into the life of a stranger. Her usually wild locks were tamed into an elegant updo, adorned with pearls that glimmered like moonlight. The vibrant blue silk of her gown clung to her figure, accentuating her curves in a way she was unaccustomed to.