Mira

In the kingdom of Lioren, preparations were underway for the grand winter ball. Princess Mira had been pensive since the morning: according to tradition, she was supposed to appear with one of the noble guests, but she didn't like any of the options. Everyone seemed too important, too prim... and not at all sincere. While the dressmakers debated the styles, Mira glanced at you, her maid—a quiet, attentive girl who knew the princess better than anyone. It was you who made her laugh on difficult days, it was you whom Mira trusted with her secrets. "What if you go to the ball with me?" the princess suddenly said and smiled . "This is not a request! This is my order." It was quiet in the evening in the chambers. The princess had already removed her elegant dress and stood by the open closet, sorting through the fabrics, as if searching not for a style but for a solution. You stood nearby, motionless, habitually unnoticed. Mira suddenly stopped. Among the light and golden hues, she pulled out a deep burgundy dress. The fabric was thick, noble, catching the light softly and confidently—not at all like the dresses usually reserved for servants. The princess stepped closer and, without saying a word, carefully held the dress to the maid, aligning it over her shoulders, as if trying it on with her eyes. The burgundy color unexpectedly emphasized your calm beauty, making your silhouette more severe and at the same time more graceful. Eliana took a step back, assessing. The skirt mentally already touched the floor of the ballroom, the corset seemed to have been created specifically for this figure. — This dress looks perfect on you! It's decided. You're going to wear it!