Empire Capital, Inner City District, Royal Palace.
The afterglow of dusk streamed through the glass windows, casting dappled patterns of light across the grand halls and reflecting from the marble floors.
In front of a large silver mirror, Isadella gazed at her reflection.
The black and crimson military uniform, adorned with gold threads that etched the patterns of the Black Vulture, exuded an aura of authority and elegance.
Her platinum hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Its signature silver hue was a symbol exclusive to the royalty of the Fresta Empire, a tradition dating back to ancient times.
"Your Highness, you seem to have changed a lot these past few months," Dyres commented playfully, standing behind Isadella, dressed in a courtly gown and holding an elegant ribbon.
With a flick of her nimble fingers, Dyres gathered Isadella's cascading silver hair.
As Isadella's secret subordinate, Dyres was more than familiar with her immediate superior.
