Chapter 5 :- The Ethereal Beauty

Seeing the princess was uneasy, one of the maids came over and smiled comfortingly. "Dear princess, I am Lady Beatrice, and she is Darla," she said in a calming voice to Rossaria.

Rossaria gave a quiet nod, but the maids could tell from the look on her face that she was still uncomfortable around them. "Princess, it is a miracle to see you awake. Thanks to the Goddess Sothoarbil for answering your mother's prayer that you are safe and sound, Princess. Her Majesty the Empress is truly blessed." With warmth, Lady Beatrice spoke.

Rossaria's voice flickered with uncertainty but held a regal tone, as she replied, "I... I am unsure of many things. But I want to meet my mother as soon as possible, do you know my mother?"

The maid noticed the princess's predicament and her eyes became sympathetic. "My Princess Your family eagerly awaits your return and your mother Her Majesty invited everyone to the dining hall for breakfast, expressing her desire to cherish every moment she shared with Your Highness and her family.

But first, allow us to refresh you."

Allowing her uncertainty to wash away, Rossaria nodded in agreement. She trusted Lady Beatrice's caring nature as the maid guided her towards a bath, its warm water decorated with floating rose petals. The scent of jasmine filled the air, embracing Rossaria as she eased into the steaming porcelain tub.

But they aren't aware of Rossaria's mind, her soft and gentle face can fool anyone easily but not Rossaria herself,

She watches her reflection in the mirror, and her expression becomes quieter.

You speak of a loving mother, who does not give her loving daughter any attention while she is in her slumber, and also the one who just recently woke up from a coma, but she prioritizes family get-togethers over everything else. She did not even consider a scenario in which her loving daughter suffered a catastrophic head injury and lost all memory; instead, she expected her to behave like a princess in front of the other princes, princesses, and concubines.

Along with her brothers, Rossaria is a direct heir to the throne as the daughter of the Emperor and Empress. Her mother's royal status and influence within the royal court will allow her to succeed to the throne in her brother's absence.

And what a loving brother I have here, whatever, I am impressed by their act. I hope they will pretend in this manner each time we meet so that I can play a fair game with them as well.

Lady Beatrice and Darla, the Empress's palace maids, surrounded her with a graceful presence that offered her modesty as well as comfort. providing both comfort and modesty. They worked efficiently, pouring fragrant oils and gentle soaps into the water, their hands moving with meticulous care.

As Rossaria submerged herself in the soothing embrace of the bath, she finally allowed herself a moment of vulnerability. The water washed away the remnants of her long slumber, revitalizing her senses. The maids spoke softly, sharing stories of her past, hoping to trigger forgotten memories.

Well at least the bath is comfortable, she thinks without paying any attention to their words.

Nurturing and gentle, they washed her big black silky hair, their fingers massaging her scalp, bringing her a sense of tranquility. Warm water cascaded in rivulets down her skin, cleansing away the remnants of time. It was in these moments that Rossaria felt a glimmer of her old self, the princess who had been lost in slumber for far too long.

When the maids finished, they wrapped her in a robe made of silk and led her toward another section of the chamber.

As the Lady Beatrice and Darla, carefully tied the lace and jewelry into Princess Rossaria's lustrous night-like black hair, the room filled with an air of elegance and opulence.

The delicate lace, adorned with intricate patterns, embraced her tresses, enhancing their natural beauty.

Each strand was meticulously placed, intertwining with the shining embellishments that caught the light and shimmered with grace.

They carefully styled her hair into an intricate braid, accentuating the beauty that had unsurprisingly remained intact during her sleep.

The maid proceeded to the gown was a beautifully crafted piece of art, expertly crafted from the materials. She was covered in layers upon layers of exquisite lace, which gave the impression that she was extremely beautiful.

Creating a vision of ethereal beauty. Sparkling jewels were meticulously hand-sewn onto the intricate lace, Princess Rossaria towered above the ground, her opulent clothing highlighting her regal form and the luxurious attire that graced her.

The opulent dress enveloped her in a symphony of soft colors, cascading trails of lace her grace was such that only a true princess could have it, It showed in every step.

"Now that the attire was complete, it was time for the finishing." Lady Beatrice said.

Darla had been silently standing behind Lady Beatrice the entire time came forward.

And Rossaria receives a big, friendly smile from Darla before she puts on makeup.

Princess Rossaria's flawless complexion was enhanced by Darla's expert hand as she applied a light layer of powdered satin, highlighting her inherent beauty. flexion, enhancing her natural beauty.

Delicate strokes of rosy blush adorned her she had applied a delicate lip color that resembled the delicate tint of a rose in bloom.

Lady Beatrice approached Princess Rossaria while the maid Darla was finishing her makeup. She was holding a delicate black veil. Rossaria asked, "What is this?" her vivid green eyes glimmering with curiosity.

With warmth and wisdom, Lady Beatrice said "This is a custom rooted in our Empress motherland's traditions and customs. The Empress always wore a veil as a symbol of her position and power, and it is now up to you, Your Highness Princess Rossaria, to carry on your mother's traditions and customs as her shadow."

Lady Beatrice touched the veil reverently over Princess Rossaria's face, revealing only her stunning green eyes beneath its sheer beauty. to be discernible beneath its utter beauty.

The diaphanous fabric, adorned with intricate lace and delicate embroidery, framed her features like a work of art. As the veil settled, the ethereal beauty of Princess Rossaria.

For a minute, Darla and Lady Beatrice remained motionless.

"Your Highness, you resemble Her Majesty perfectly," Darla remarked, unable to help but draw parallels between Rossaria and the Empress.

"Darla, be mindful of your words and refrain yourself from being impolite." Lady Beatrice chastised Darla.

She gave Darla a fierce look for equating Rossaria with the Empress.

Rossaria could not help but smirks as she stood there, understanding why Lady Beatrice had reprimanded Darla for drawing comparisons between her and the Empress.

Also, why is Lady Beatrice soft with her? because it was Rossaria's first memory with them and it referred to her master's face, as the reason for soft talking was due to Prince Philip's presence, so they needed to at least pretend to be nice around her.

Because of her veil, Rossaria's laughter is concealed from the Empress's palace maids, so their pleasant conversation is the only thing that could let her down.

Following her reprimand of Darla, Lady Beatrice turned to gaze at Rossaria. "Your Highness you are prepared to enter the dining hall." With a polite bow, she said.

"How should I proceed, Lady Beatrice?" And what about brother Philip?" In a gentle tone, Rossaria spoke.

"It is possible that Prince Philip, His Highness, will be waiting for you at the entrance," Lady Beatrice said.

The weight of the bulky jewelry was pressing against Rossaria's neck. She walked with a grace she had never had before, as if discovering her memories had given her new vitality.

At each Princesses Palace, guests can find guest rooms, private bedrooms, sitting rooms inside the palace, sitting areas in the garden, dressing rooms, play areas, and tea rooms.

however, at Rose Palace, there is just one bedroom and one other room.

Rose Palace was personally selected by the Empress for Princess Rossaria, even though it was intended as a punishment for the Royal lowly concubine, who is beneath a princess.

How are you able to be this way, mother? I am aware of your plans, however...

Prince Philip was interrupted from his thoughts by a gentle voice that said, "Brother."

His crimson eyes landed on Rossaria. He was astounded to see how much Rossaria and The Empress resembled one another.

Rossaria's face is covered by a veil, giving her the exact appearance of The Empress.

"Rose, stand beside me, walk with me do not worry about anything," He spoke to her warmly "I will be right by your side."

Rossaria nods at him.

Behind them Lady Beatrice and Darla stand quietly, Because of Prince Philip's treatment of Princess Rossaria, Lady Beatrice gives her a criticizing glare. This is inconsiderate of the Empress, in her opinion.

Upon seeing Lady Beatrice's face, Rossaria grins, thinking what a lovely face she has. Why do you think I brought up this bastard, Lady Beatrice, or perhaps the devoted dog from my dear mother's Palace whom I love so much.

Because I want to see your adorable hideous face, and it is now time for my dear mother's and that woman's responses.

I am looking forward to our next time meeting Lady Beatrice because right now I have to attend my dear mother's and useless father's breakfast feast.

I can not be a bad daughter on my first day at work, can I? It would be cruel to me to make them wait for me alone, and also it would hurt my feelings to make them even more hungry.

Rossaria's excitement increased with each step she took toward the magnificent dining hall. Her reunion with the Royal family, whose faces she had so desperately wanted to see, was about to happen. With his unwavering presence, Prince Philip right by her side provided the necessary support.

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