Crown Princess Ciciane's POV

Out of nowhere, there is a flurry of commotion around me.

A short while back, Luna Faith, Queen Rhea, Taylor, Katrina and Doron barged into my room, ushered me to the bathtub where they applied a generous amount of aromatic bath oil which left a lovely radiance on my skin. I'm neatly shaven, with freshly washed hair cascading down my back.

And now I'm sitting in front of my dressing table in a bathrobe. The women around me are chatting animatedly, I can't make sense of it all. Despite asking them repeatedly the cause for their excitement, none of them seemed inclined to provide me with...