Getting ready for the ball

I woke to the chaotic hustle and bustle of no fewer than ten servants bustling around my room. My eyes blinked open to a flurry of movement, the sound of footsteps and hushed whispers filling the space. It was as if a small army had invaded my quarters, each member with a specific task in mind.

The morning light streamed through the large windows, casting a golden hue over the elegant furnishings of my chamber. I could smell the faint scent of lavender in the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the tray one of the servants had brought in.

"Good morning, Commander Aurelia," one of the servants greeted cheerfully, bowing slightly. She was a young girl, probably no older than seventeen, with a bright smile that contrasted sharply with the frantic energy around her. "It's time to get ready for the gala."