As Liana and Gloria stepped through the palace gate with calm, dignified grace, a ripple of tension swept through the courtyard.
The loud, steady sound of high-heeled royal boots echoed across the shiny stone floor.
Princess Felicia was coming closer.
She wore a pure white royal uniform with gold edges, along with elegant battle gear. She moved with the precision of a sharp blade. Her silver hair flowed smoothly behind her, and her golden eyes looked straight ahead—sharp and firm.
Everyone nearby immediately straightened up.
"Fix your coats!"
"Tuck in that shirt—right now!"
"Adjust your collar! Fix it!!"
There was a moment of panic.
Felicia wasn't just a princess. She was a perfect example of discipline and carefulness. If just one button was out of place or her belt was crooked when she was around, she would give icy scoldings and public reprimands.
Her eyes focused on Liana.
(…Perfect.)
That single word echoed in her mind.
