When Salviana finally reached the queen's chambers, her heart gave an unsteady flutter. The ornate doors loomed ahead, flanked by two guards and a maid. Salviana stepped forward with confidence, but the welcome was anything but warm.
"I'm here to see the queen," Salviana said firmly.
The maid stepped forward, her tone sharp. "Her Majesty is busy."
"If you could, please inform her that it is I, Princess Salviana, the seventh princess of Wyfn-Garde," Salviana replied, her voice polite but resolute.
"She is not accepting guests at the moment," one of the guards added, his tone bordering on dismissive.
Salviana's lips pressed into a thin line. She exhaled softly and took a step back. "Very well," she said, turning to leave, though a small part of her ached at the rejection.
Just as she began to walk away, a voice from inside the chambers rang out.
"Thank you for everything, Your Highness."
Salviana froze mid-step.