"Miss, it's time to get up."
A gentle and respectful whisper sounded in Margaret's ear: "Nap time is over, you have etiquette lessons to complete in the afternoon."
The Duke's eldest daughter sleepily sat up, rubbing her eyes and glancing around.
Outside the window, the sky was a murky gray, and the Sanctuary Fortresses of the Empire's new city were hidden in thick fog. Yet, the bedroom with its pale velvet bed was very bright.
Margaret had been afraid of the dark since she was little, so the 'simulated daylight' in this aerial mansion was never turned off.
She obediently sat in front of the mirror as the maids meticulously combed her hair and gently dressed her in a beautiful, puffy long dress.
The air inexplicably turned colder.
Margaret kept her head down, not daring to look into the maids' eyes, always feeling they harbored deep hatred towards her...
