"Your Majesty, the Royal Tailor has arrived."
Silver turned her head toward the door. Natasha entered with a woman whose elegance radiated through her very being. Her red gown was simple yet sophisticated, and her hair was pinned up, each curl enhancing her overall look. She offered a shallow bow.
"Greetings to the Brightest Sun of the Empire." Despite her middle age, her voice was as soft as a cloud.
Silver set her teacup down.
"I will be attending a tea party at Revaiosa Manor ten days from now…" she smiled.
"Since I have never once attended a tea party, I want you to prepare a gown suitable for the event."
"You need not worry, Your Majesty! I will make sure no one rivals your look!" The tailor's aura shifted from soft to oddly intense. With a clap of her hands, the door opened, and three apprentices entered, carrying bolts of silk so delicate they looked like moonlight made tangible.
"Your Majesty, may I begin now?" the tailor asked.
