LUNE
Lune stood before the grand vanity, taking one last glance at her reflection. She had changed into a soft, flowing gown the maids had laid out for her—a delicate shade of ivory that complemented her skin, with intricate lace detailing along the bodice and sleeves. Her hair was loosely pinned back, soft tendrils framing her face. There was a subtle grace to her appearance, though she couldn’t shake the nervousness fluttering in her chest.
With a final deep breath, she stepped out of the room. The younger maid from earlier was waiting outside the door, offering her a warm smile. "Lady Lune, if you're ready, I’ll escort you downstairs."