Eryx wasn't kidding when he said I’d need all that energy just to survive another tedious makeover. It felt like I was being prepped for surgery rather than a meeting. The sheer amount of brushing, painting, and pinning was enough to make anyone lose their mind, and I was already halfway there. Just as I was sinking into a pit of misery while three different maids fought over the placement of a silk sash, Chelsea leaned against the vanity and dropped the real bomb on me.
She casually mentioned that I’d have to go through this exact same agonizing process every single morning. Apparently, being the Queen meant I had to dress according to my authority every second of the day, as if the massive ruby crown and the guards following me everywhere didn't already give people a pretty good hint ab
