The chaos of the council chamber faded into a dull roar as Princess Elara fled to the solitude of her private quarters. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of the momentous decision that now loomed before her. As she burst through the ornate doors of her chambers, she startled her handmaiden, Mira, who had been arranging fresh flowers by the window.
"Your Highness!" Mira exclaimed, nearly dropping a delicate crystal vase. "Is everything alright? How did the meeting with the vampire visitors and—"
Elara raised a hand, silencing her loyal servant. "Please, Mira. I need... I need a moment alone. To think."
Concern etched across Mira's face, but she nodded obediently. "Of course, Your Highness. I'll be just outside if you need anything."