The gentle light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains of Lucia’s room, casting a soft glow over the delicate furnishings. The room had become her sanctuary over the past five months—a space that, despite its grandeur, felt intimately hers. Yet, as she stood before the ornate mirror, combing her long, dark hair, Lucia couldn’t help but feel a sense of dissonance.
Her reflection stared back at her, a young woman draped in the elegance of Ferastos fashion. Her once simple dresses had been replaced by garments of fine silk and lace, each piece meticulously chosen to complement her figure. The natural warmth of her complexion had been accentuated with subtle touches of cosmetics, and her hair, once left to cascade freely, was now styled with the practiced grace of the court. The transfo
