Thoughts

After months of being absent from these social gatherings, I finally understand why Noelle prefers to stay in. The moment I step into the grand banquet hall, my body is hit with a wave of fatigue, my back aching from the weight of it all—this baby, the endless social pleasantries, the stifling presence of royals, and the constant whispers behind my back. It's all too much. I glance around the room, bored beyond measure, my gaze drifting over the extravagant décor, the opulent chandeliers casting a soft, golden light over the lavish surroundings. It's beautiful, sure, but I find no joy in any of it.