Crimson Confidence

The morning sun cast a gentle glow through the stained-glass windows of Eliana's chamber, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. With a soft sigh, she stirred from her slumber, the remnants of a peaceful dream lingering at the edges of her consciousness. The previous night's conversation with Sebastian had left a warmth in her heart, a glimmer of hope that perhaps their arranged marriage could be more than just a political alliance.

As she stretched and yawned, the door to her chamber creaked open, revealing the smiling face of Lydia, her trusted maid and confidante. "Good morning, my lady," Lydia chirped, her voice light and cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, thank you, Lydia," Eliana replied, sitting up and pushing back the covers. "It was the most restful sleep I've had in weeks."

Lydia beamed. "That's wonderful news! I've laid out a lovely dress for the day."

Eliana's curiosity piqued. "What color is it?"