Outside, the noise and calls continue, yet inside the dressing room, Ores is exceptionally quiet. Such a demeanor is rarely seen, but this time it's particularly different.
Seated quietly before the mirror, allowing the elf maids beside her to adorn her, finally placing the small, exquisite silver crown on her head, Ores once again looked at the reflection of this elegantly dressed figure in the mirror. Her fingers slightly raised, she wanted to touch the mirror's surface, but stopped halfway.
The silver-haired elf in the mirror, having undergone meticulous grooming, has shed the liveliness and charm of her youthful days. Now she exudes more of an air of grace and splendor, a reassuring strength.
During her youth, a songstress need not bear many responsibilities and enjoyed the various powers and benefits granted by her status, becoming the object of envy and affection for countless people. However, as she aged, people's expectations began to slowly include demands.
