The eastern wing of the main palace had been transformed into something that defied architectural logic. Servants and maids rushed through corridors that seemed to stretch longer than the building's external dimensions allowed, their arms laden with silks, jewelry, and cosmetics fit for celestial goddesses.
"This... this room wasn't here yesterday," whispered one of the older maids, her weathered hands trembling slightly as she pushed open an ornate door.
The chamber beyond took her breath away entirely.
What should have been a modest preparation room had become a bridal suite that rivaled the legendary palaces of ancient fairy tales. The walls gleamed with mother-of-pearl inlays that seemed to shift colors with each viewing angle, while the ceiling stretched impossibly high, painted with murals of phoenixes dancing among cherry blossoms. Streams of golden light filtered through windows that showed views of gardens that clearly didn't exist in the physical palace.
