Samantha's heart raced as she approached the opulent boudoir, her steps echoing softly on the marble floor. She has never visited the boudoir as it was a private quarter reserved mainly for ladies of the royalty, including those of the highest esteem, and making her way there all of a sudden, it was natural for her to feel anxious about it. She could feel her palms sweat, whilst she held onto her flowing gown so she wouldn't trip.
The intricate golden filigree designs on the heavy wooden doors seemed to dance with a soft candlelight, casting warm, flickering shadows that played tricks with her eyes. As though her inner turmoil was sensed, Lucy, who walked behind her, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and she had no idea how her presence was Samantha's only comfort at the present moment– however, Lucy saw no need for her to feel pressured as she had the highest nobility rank amongst the women she will meet.
