Are You Good At Gambling, Princess?
A tall, good-looking usher with an elegant blue mask covering the upper half of his face opened the carriage door and offered Lorelai his large, gloved hand.
The princess disembarked the coach and followed the man directly to the mansion, taking note of everything going on around her.
The royal mansion looked exactly as she remembered it from years ago.
It loomed in the moonlight, its towering columns and grand arches veiled in mist, exuding an air of timeless mystery. Flickering lanterns lined the cobblestone path, casting warm amber glows that danced over intricate carvings and gilded doorways.
Inside, the grand ballroom was lit by hundreds of candles, their soft light reflecting off crystal chandeliers and silken tapestries draped across high walls.