An old language

The crown-princess of Dnexaro was being dragged in the corridors once again. The same woman took her to a staircase at the very end of the corridor. After climbing down the stairs and taking a few turns, they were standing in front of a long hallway.

There were several long pillars on both sides of the hallway that were sectioning the compartments present behind them. There were no doors in front of the little room like spaces thus one could see what was present inside. 

Countless girls dressed up in satin and chiffon gowns of different colors were scattered around, some resting inside the compartments and some casually walking here and there. As soon as they took notice of their forewoman with a girl in her grip, they became attentive towards the sight. The sight wasn't new for them but it never failed to rile them.