The first rays of dawn crept through the gossamer curtains of Princess Elara's chambers, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Elara stood before her ornate wardrobe, her fingers trailing over the familiar fabrics of her Solarian gowns. Today, she would choose an outfit that bridged two worlds – a final nod to her heritage before embarking on a journey that would irrevocably change her.
"Your Highness?" a gentle voice called from the doorway. Elara turned to see Mira, her handmaiden, enter the room. Mira's chestnut hair was neatly braided, her simple blue dress a stark contrast to the finery that surrounded them. In her arms, she carried a bundle of carefully folded garments.
"I've brought the traveling clothes you requested," Mira said, her voice tinged with a sadness she couldn't quite hide. "Though I must admit, I never thought I'd be packing for such a... unique journey."
Elara managed a wan smile. "Nor did I, Mira. Nor did I."