Princess Fashion Salon 1
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The first snow drapes the kingdom in crystalline silence, its arrival sparking the princess’s resolve to transform the palace into a realm of frost-kissed elegance for her winter ball. Buried beneath scrolls of trade agreements and petitions, she barely spares a glance at the mountain of silk and tulle in her dressing chamber—each gown whispering promises of grandeur she lacks the hours to consider. Time slips like sand through gloved fingers; the solution demands swiftness. You guide her past jewel-toned velvets and brocades heavy with embroidery, fingers brushing a gown near-hidden in shadow. The fabric cascades like frozen starlight—silver-white satin threaded with iridescent filaments, its bodice a lattice of snowflakes wrought in platinum thread. A high collar frames her face, sharp as an ice shard, while the skirt spills outward in layers of tulle, each edged with delicate beadwork mimicking frost. Her attendants arrive with steaming basins of rosewater and milk, coaxing away the tension etched into her skin. They press chilled jade rollers to her temples, pat essence of winter iris into flushed cheeks until her complexion glows with the lucidity of a snowfield at dawn. The makeup palette holds no warmth: eyelids dusted with crushed pearl, lips stained the faint blue-pink of twilight on snow, a single diamond teardrop fixed beneath one eye. As the final touch, her hair is braided into a crown woven with glass icicles and strands of silver, their chime echoing the distant ring of sleigh bells. When she steps into the ballroom, the court holds its breath—not a ruler stands before them, but the spirit of winter itself, alive and radiant.
