𝟓.𝟐: Sisters in silent war
𝐓he linen steam rose like puffs of smoke, curling in the air of the palace laundry room.
The scent of soap and heated fabric lingered, clinging to the skin of the women who worked there.
Mira stood over a basin, her sleeves rolled up, knuckles red from scrubbing. Seraphine folded a stack of freshly dried sheets in rigid silence, while Liliette fussed with a delicate gown, gently brushing out the embroidery.
It should've been a normal day—boring, maybe even peaceful. But normal had become a distant luxury since the three of them had become Princess Elysia's attendants.
Once upon a time, they were just names on a roster. Strangers forced into a shared duty. Mira, ever composed and stern, had taken the lead. Seraphine had met every instruction with cool disinterest. And Liliette, full of sunshine and chatter, had tried—awkwardly—to find common ground.
