"Princess Stella Aethelmont, you are so beautiful."
"Princess Stella Aethelmont, you are as beautiful as the first flower of Britannia."
"I'm sure during your first coming-of-age ceremony, the Queen and the past Flowers will give you their title of Flowers."
"You will surely be amongst the next Flowers."
"Princess, I'm sure you are the finest Lady of Britannia."
The servants and Royal friends of Stella said one after another as the little Princess walked toward the Royal Ball House of the kingdom.
Their voices followed her along the polished corridor, mixing with the soft sounds of footsteps and the quiet movement of servants who moved out of her way whenever she passed.
Stella listened to each compliment with a polite smile.
"Thank you all."
She replied in a polite tone, smiling elegantly at the people following at her side and behind her.
Like they all have said…
I'm truly a beauty who can compare to my elder sister Brenda.
She thought to herself, proudly smiling.
