// bedroom and grand hall //
The time had come, the moment Saruna dreaded. Not only had her parents entered her behind her back for the Selection, she had also been chosen. To Sanura’s chagrin, her parents had kept this quiet until they suddenly went on “holiday” and she was standing in the hall, dressed up, where everything was revealed. She had awaited the announcement with contained fury before furiously addressing her parents.
However, it was too late to pull out up and again without any warning, someone was there to pick her up.
From the moment she arrived at the palace, it was a whirlwind of information and events for Sanura. Starting with at least half an hour of discussing with the palace servants why there was no chance of her wearing a dress and having to accept the compromise that her hair and makeup were done and that she could wear one of the more comfortable clothes.
This was followed by, in her opinion, much too long an explanation about the palace and from the moment she finally had some free time, she plopped down exhausted on the bed. “Uhm Lady Sanura, isn’t it a good time to meet the other girls?” asked one of the maids whose name was Sasha if Sanura remembered correctly.
Sanura looks up at her with a raised eyebrow. “do you mind? I get that you guys are used to this, but I’m not. Have you seen what I’ve had to do since I arrived. Let’s not forget that these shoes are not my usual footware. Give me 5 minutes to rest and mentally prepare for social life there” she says and at the word “there” she waves to the door.
Then she lets out a sigh and sits up. “Look, I don’t mean to sound like a whining little kid but this is practically the opposite of what I’m used to and comfortable with. It takes some getting used to and requires a lot of energy,” she says while offering the three girls an apologetic smile. “I’ll go there when I’ve recovered a bit,” she promises.
And with that promise, she left her room 5 minutes later and made her way through the palace on what little she remembers of the tour. Here and there she spots some familiar faces of which she vaguely remembers that they are the girls who also belong to the selection. Some already deep in conversation, others look around looking for someone to talk to me or just admire the interior.
Sanura herself did not have a person in mind who immediately attracted her, so she decided to wait for someone to approach her. Until then, she went to see the outside view through the windows.
Approachable.