Two Days Ago
Royal Palace of House Valentino
Early Morning
The grand corridors of the Royal Palace lay bathed in soft morning light. The silence was only broken by the gentle echo of footsteps measured, graceful.
A young maid, dressed impeccably in the traditional black and white uniform of the Valentino household, moved with quiet elegance. Her dark hair was neatly pinned back, and her expression, though naturally sharp, was softened by a gentle, composed smile. In her hands, she carried a silver tray upon which rested a porcelain cup filled with freshly brewed coffee, delicate steam curling upwards.
As she approached a corner near the east wing, a familiar voice called out.
"Lady Lillian," said another maid, stepping forward with a bundle of freshly pressed garments in her arms. "Good morning."
Lillian paused, offering a polite nod. "Good morning to you, Klara."
