Third person. NOONE'S PERSPECTIVE
The corridor outside the chambers was quieter here, far removed from the steady rhythm of the main halls. It was in that quiet that the door opened, and a young woman stepped inside without hesitation.
Cecilia.
She pushed the door shut behind her with a soft click before turning, her gaze immediately landing on the figure seated before the mirror.
Lady Ophelia.
She sat gracefully, her posture straight yet relaxed, while two maids worked carefully behind her, combing through her long hair with slow, practiced movements. The soft late afternoon from the windows caught the strands, making them gleam faintly as they were drawn through delicate fingers.
Ophelia's attention, however, remained fixed on her reflection, her expression calm, almost distant, as though nothing in the room truly demanded her focus.
Cecilia approached quickly, stopping a few steps behind her before lowering into a bow.
