Exhausted

The pack anniversary, a time of celebration and revelry that energized the entire palace, was rapidly coming. All hands have been on deck for days, and the palace is humming with bustle in every nook and cranny.

As one of the palace maids, I had always had a busy existence, but the anniversary preparations added a whole new level of busyness. There was nowhere to take a break or pause to collect one's breath. Every nook and crevice of the palace needs to be decorated, making it sparkle with the occasion's enthusiasm.

I was scurrying around with the other maids, draping colorful banners, laying the tables, and carrying armfuls of flowers like busy ants. In addition to the subtle hum of whispered directions and the rustling of silk garments, the aroma of fresh flowers filled the air. Every aspect had to be ideal, and each arrangement had to arouse the sense of grandeur that was appropriate for such an event.

The lofty ceiling was draped with chandeliers that produced a cozy and welcomin