"Your grace," Princess Isadora greeted Rosalind with a smile that sparkled like dewdrops on a sunlit morning.
"Your Highness," Rosalind returned the warm smile, her eyes gracefully sweeping over the assembly of noble women standing behind the Princess. Each of them exuded an aura of elegance, and their presence was as captivating as a symphony of stars in the night sky.
Rosalind's gaze then drifted to the majestic estate that loomed behind the women like a breathtaking work of art. This was the renowned Princess's Palace, an exquisite wonder nestled beyond the boundaries of the main royal grounds. Rumors had painted it as a place tailor-made to mirror the Princess's own enchanting tastes.
