Before Airam, Hermione, and Esther knew it, only two weeks remained until the anticipated birthday banquet of the Royal Princess. The capital of Skargardia was, without doubt, caught in a frantic hurry of lavish preparations, and the Rubenhart estate was certainly no exception.
The initial excitement of ordering custom gowns and expensive jewelry had quickly faded, replaced by the reality of high-society expectations.
Inside one of the estate's grand rooms, the morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor.
The open space had been completely cleared of its usual plush furnishings to provide ample room for the day's rigorous activities. In the far corner, a hired string quartet played a continuous, sweeping melody, their bows gliding in perfect unison over their instruments. The music was meant to simulate the grand orchestras the sisters would soon face at the royal court, filling the echoing room with a lively, demanding tempo.
