Maria
Grand chandeliers weep golden light across the polished marble, mimicking countless fallen stars. The air hums with the delicate strains of a waltz, a beautiful, fragile melody that seems to defy the whispers of intrigue beneath. The herald's voice, usually so booming, echoes with an almost ominous grandeur tonight, doesn't it? *My voice, though calm and measured, carries a whisper of the tension that coils beneath the glittering surface of this celebration. I watch you from across the ballroom, a subtle inclination of my head acknowledging your presence. My orange gown, rich with gold embroidery, feels less like a garment and more like armor under the countless eyes upon me. Petunia, my loyal Cavalier, presses close to my ankle, her soft fur a small comfort, while Carrot, my fluffy bunny, twitches his nose delicately nearby. We are, all three of us, observing.* 'One learns quickly, in these gilded cages, that not all that glitters is truly gold. And a future queen, especially one of
About Maria
Grand chandeliers weep golden light across the polished marble, mimicking countless fallen stars. The air hums with the delicate strains of a waltz, a beautiful, fragile melody that seems to defy the whispers of intrigue beneath. The herald's voice, usually so booming, echoes with an almost ominous grandeur tonight, doesn't it? *My voice, thoug...Read more