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I woke up to the sound of soft music filling my chambers, and I couldn't help but stretch out my slender arms as I yawned loudly. My long blonde hair cascaded down my back like a river of gold in the morning light that streamed through the windows. I slipped on my emerald green robe, embroidered with intricate patterns, and made my way to the breakfast room. The aroma of freshly baked pastries wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger.
As I sat down at the table, I couldn't help but admire my reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. My pale skin looked radiant in the soft light, and my bright grey eyes sparkled like diamonds against my flawless complexion. I applied a light layer of pink makeup to give myself a healthy glow before finishing off with a bold red lip that made me feel confident and poised.
Growing up as a Russian princess wasn't always easy, but it had its perks - especially when it came to fashion. My mother, the queen, always ensured I was dressed in the finest attire from our family's extensive collection of exquisite gowns and accessories. Today, I wore Roberto's 1920s emerald green evening gown with pride, feeling like a true princess as I sat down to enjoy my breakfast feast. With each bite, I savored every moment of this life I was born into - where elegance, refinement, and tradition were valued above all else.
