Anastasia's pov
The morning sun flooded my room with a golden light, promising a hot summer day. Sitting in the armchair in front of the vanity, I watched my own reflection. Flora, my lady-in-waiting, was behind me, her skilled hands finishing the braid in the strands of my blonde hair. Every movement was precise and delicate, and her hands seemed to dance as they intertwined the locks.
"Flora, I think I am fond of my ears today," I comment to my lady-in-waiting as she finishes the braid.
I am sitting in the armchair in front of the vanity, looking at my own reflection. Flora is standing behind me, her soft and agile hands weaving the strands of my hair with impressive delicacy. In my ear hang two earrings, one an emerald jewel dangling at the base of my earlobe and further up a delicate gold star-shaped earring.