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The day had finally arrived—the grand marriage ceremony between Argider and Fialova.
It would happen in just a few short hours, but for now, Argider was in the midst of preparations, her entire being swathed in the bustle of the palace's finest attendants.
The room was filled with lady-in-waiting, each one a noble in her own right, their hands working quickly to transform Argider into a vision of royal elegance.
She was dressed in a delicate white gown, its silk shimmering faintly under the light. But despite the flurry of activity, Argider was far from impressed with the attention.
"H-Hold on! Do I really need makeup?!" she squeaked, flailing her hands as she pushed them away. Her face turned red as they continued to fuss over her.
"Your Imperial Majesty, you are a woman now, so you must embrace it..." one of the ladies-in-waiting said, her tone far too serious for Argider's liking.