I have not been granted even a wink of sleep—the long night of restless thoughts and endless plans has left me wide awake, and today, the day of my succession ceremony, beckons with both nervous anticipation and uncontainable excitement.
Already, my housekeepers swirl around my room with practiced urgency. Though the sun has yet to begin its descent, every corner of the estate is alive with activity.
Their gentle yet determined hands massage away the remnants of restless hours, their touch almost reverent as they prepare me for what lies ahead.
They apply my makeup with painstaking precision—neither heavy enough to mask my natural grace nor too light to be washed away by even a stray droplet, ensuring it will remain flawless through the rituals to come.
They even test the high-grade products on themselves before introducing me to these covert elixirs of beauty.
