So this is what a true royal family looks like

Veynessa gently set the ornate box down on the marble surface. Her voice held no anger, no urgency—only calm, unquestionable certainty.

"We have one hour. Selene will prepare our garments."

Selene, who had been standing silently by the door, curtsied with grace. Her movements were almost soundless, as if she were part of the palace decor, perfectly blending into the rhythm of routine. Without a word, she disappeared through the doorway, leaving the queen and princess alone in the growing tension of anticipation.

Sylphia glanced at her mother, hesitant. "You heard it too...?" she whispered, as if unsure whether the voice had been real or a figment of her imagination.

Veynessa didn't look at her. "In a moment, we'll stand before someone who existed in stories long before you were born. If you don't know how to act—just do as we do."