Rivera - POV
I let out a quiet sigh as I looked at myself in the mirror — dressed in a black blouse tucked into high-waisted leather pants, knee-high boots, and my sword belt slung across my hip. The royal dragon sigil was embroidered right into the fabric of my blouse — a mark of my bloodline, and a reminder that the hunt today wasn't just tradition. It was the start of a race for the throne.
I adjusted my high ponytail. For once, my pink hair actually looked decent — more like a styled choice than a mess I didn't bother fixing.
"My lady."
I turned to see Lady Ruma enter my chamber, a stack of documents in her arms.
"Good morning, Princess," she said, bowing politely in her flowing gown.
"Lady Ruma. Did you bring the information I requested?"
"Yes, my lady," she said softly. "There's quite a lot, so I'd like to brief you. The papers have more detailed reports."
I nodded.
