Dusk fell, and the lights in the palace gradually lit up.
Within the princess' quarters, Lisandra, dressed in the attire of a court attendant, gave an elegant curtsy to bid the princess farewell and departed with steady steps, marking the end of her day's work.
As a descendant of an impoverished noble family, in the Royal Capital Necaris, aside from some relatives she was not too familiar with, the etiquette she had learned from childhood was the last proof of her so-called noble lineage.
"How shall I please the princess tomorrow?"
Leaving the royal palace, she walked along the path with a sigh, where meticulously pruned bushes and tall statues on either side of the cobblestone path almost overshadowed her figure.
The only job taught to her by Fallen Lord Calila was to keep the princess happy until she was successfully married off.