The queen’s birthday (1)

''Your highness, Happy Birthday.''

''May the light of goddess gaia shine upon you, your highness.''

''Bless your new age, your highness.''

''Your highness….''

The banquet hall shimmered with opulence, a testament to the grandeur of the occasion. Nobles, draped in their finest attires and adorned with glittering jewels, clustered around the queen, each waiting for a moment to offer their wishes. Their voices, like a chorus of devoted well-wishers, echoed through the hall, mingling with the soft strains of the lute and the gentle murmurs of conversations.

Basking in the light of attention, the queen stood gracefully; her smile never leaving her lips as she enjoyed the flattering words from the nobles.

''Oh my wonders, is this a new style from Madam Giselle, your highness?''

''Such craftsmanship…''

''So beautiful…''