LET ME PROVE MY WORTH!

[DEMESNE EMPIRE, 456TH CENTURY, WINTER]

After the solemn night, Ophelia stood in her room, the morning sunlight casting a warm glow through the window. The soft rays illuminated her figure, highlighting the vibrant red of her dress against her blonde hair as she fixed her sharp gaze on her reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, a faint knock echoed on her door.

knock, knock.

Madame Viviere enetered the room, her expression slightly disapproving as she approached Ophelia. She looked at her from head to toe. The look in her eyes carried a subtle hint of disdain. "Did you sleep last night?" Madame Viviere asked bluntly with voice laced with a tone of skepticism.

Ophelia, feeling a mixture of fatigue and irritation, met Madame Viviere's gaze with bleary eyes, "I did…I'm just tired because of the cold," she tried to downplay her exhaustion.