"Please stay still, Lady Victorique, I can't" Sandra, one of the Eldorians in the quaint village, implored. She held two delicate hairpins in her trembling hand, her nervousness evident in her wide-eyed gaze.
Victorique, adorned in an elegant gown, sat gracefully upon the ornate chair. Her reflection in the grand mirror revealed a mischievous smile that danced on her lips.
Her legs moved in a playful, rhythmic sway, and she hummed a sweet, melodic tune, "Breakfast with Arthur~ Breakfast with Arthur~."
"Lady Victorique…" Sandra's voice quivered once again. She wrestled with the task of taming Victorique's unruly hair, her gaze flitting between her reflection and the relentless morning sun that streamed in, casting a radiant glow upon the room.