Elkianara's hazel eyes shimmered with determination as she strode purposefully from the medical viewing room the heavy door swished shut behind her, her mind ablaze with the intricacies of her plan. To save Alden and protect her people, she would need to employ every ounce of cunning at her disposal. She knew that success demanded precision, and she was determined to influence every variable within her grasp.
She reached her quarters, the ornate doors swinging open to reveal Isolde waiting patiently within. The spacious room was a sanctuary of elegance and comfort, with plush furnishings and intricate tapestries adorning the walls. The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the faint aroma of ancient tomes, a testament to Elkianara's love for knowledge.
"Your Highness," Isolde greeted, her voice laced with a mix of concern and devotion. "I have prepared the clothing you requested."
Elkianara nodded, her gaze falling upon the exquisite gown laid out before her. The fabric shimmered like a tempestuous sky, with dark clouds swirling across the bodice and jewels glittering like raindrops along the flowing skirt.
"Thank you, Isolde," Elkianara replied, her tone softening in the presence of her loyal attendant. Isolde bowed her head, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. As Elkianara began to change into the stunning gown, Isolde assisted with the intricate fastenings. Their movements were synchronized, a testament to the years of trust and friendship that had grown between them.
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"Isolde," Elkianara mused, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think I'm making the right decision?" Isolde paused, her hazel eyes meeting Elkianara's gaze in the mirror.
“The dress?” confusion colored Isolde’s voice. “You have kept your own counsel beyond that.”
Elkianara sat stunned for a moment, then playfully jabbed an elbow behind her at Isolde, who deftly dodged.
“As if you can’t guess. And don’t pretend demuir handmaid, sending me a stim sip before I even requested.”
A smirk played along Isolde’s lips, “Very well. I can guess at some of what you intend, but unless you share more details, I don’t know the whole of it.” Isolde saw the slight slump in Elkianaras shoulders. “Elki,” Elkianara head snapped up to look intently at Isolde’s reflection. Isolde rarely used her nickname any more and only in some of the most private and important moments they had shared. “…there are a lot of things moving right now, but I believe in you, and what you decide.”
Elkianara took a deep breath, steeling herself. As Isolde placed the final touches on her attire, the young princess felt a surge of confidence coursing through her veins. With a final nod, Elkianara strode from her quarters, Isolde following close behind. The corridors seemed to hum with anticipation as they made their way towards the conference room, where the fate of their world would be decided.