As the dawn broke over the horizon, the soft hues of morning light spilled into my chamber, illuminating the delicate tapestries and furnishings.
I was already poised to execute my plan, after indulging in a lavish breakfast that, in the life of a princess, could only be described as extravagant idleness.
Roman had departed to resume his labor, and I felt a surge of resolve within me—once my scheme was set in motion, my father would have no choice but to intervene, and I would seize that moment to implore him to end Roman's relentless toil, which was merely an expression of his affection for me.
"Please fetch me some casual clothes," I instructed Irene, my lady-in-waiting.
She bowed before hastening from the room.
I waited, my heart racing with anticipation, and soon she returned, presenting me with an ensemble—an airy, flowing skirt and a complementary top, crafted to allow for ease of movement.
