I entered Eric's room silently, watching as the maids adorned him with practiced precision. The air carried the soft rustle of fabric and the faint clinking of golden chains as they secured each intricate detail of his attire. I remained seated on the armchair, invisible to their eyes, observing in silence.
"Your Highness is truly handsome," one of the maids gushed, her voice filled with admiration.
"It's a blessing that the war has finally ended," another chimed in, carefully adjusting the draped fabric over his shoulder.
"Yes, and it's all thanks to you and our Crown Prince Arian," a third added, her words laced with reverence.
Their voices blended into the background, filled with flattery as they continued their meticulous work. Eric, however, remained impassive, allowing them to carry on without acknowledging their words.
