The winter morning light passed over the heavy curtains, through the lace-trimmed valance and tassels, illuminating a face as bright as moonlight.
The delicate features were like sculptures, with a straight, elegant nose that divided the scene before the mirror into two worlds of light and shadow.
Standing behind a high white oak stool, a young maid carefully cradled a strand of golden hair, meticulously braiding it into a neat plait.
Her breath-holding concentration made it seem as if she were handling a piece of art, afraid of leaving an unintended inkblot on a perfect oil painting.
Although she understood her subordinates' concern, the braid had taken so long that even the usually composed Erin Campbell started to become restless.
"Please hold on a little longer, Your Highness, it will be done soon." Noticing the Princess's unease, the maid standing behind the chair gently comforted her.
