Coronation day Amelia Prepares.

As dawn broke over the palace grounds, revealing hushed gardens brimming with fragrance and soft light, Amelia stirred within her luxuriously appointed bed chamber. Her dreams danced tantalisingly around her mind, whispering sweet nothings and promises of adventure – and more – awaiting her today. With gentle hands, Maria approached her charge, tenderly laying a hand on Amelia’s forehead, checking for fever. “My lady,” she said softly, a quiet reassurance amidst the buzzing excitement outside her door. “It appears you slept well.” Her voice was like velvet, warm and comforting as she helped Amelia sit up against the plush pillows lining her canopy bed .Amelia nodded gratefully, feeling both refreshed and apprehensive as she gazed upon the array of clothes laid out before her: rich silks, satins, and lace gowns designed specifically for today's occasion. The room filled with anticipatory energy; it seemed that even the walls themselves were thrumming with expectation. The flickering candlelight cast golden highlights onto Colette's slender fingers as they expertly unlaced Amelia's nightgown, allowing it to fall to the floor in silken folds. As Maria deftly combed through Amelia's tangled locks of blond hair, her touch felt both soothing and exciting. Both women glanced affectionately at their Queen, who stood naked under their attentive care, exuding feminine strength mixed with vulnerability. Amelia head to the freshly drawn bath and slipped beneath the water.

Bubbles foamed around her body, carrying away stress and anxiety while Maria skillfully massaged oil into her shoulders and neck muscles. "Maria," Amelia began tentatively, trying to break the ice as Colette prepared various tools needed for getting dressed later. "Thank you, my dear." Maria smiled fondly down at her, understanding what Amelia meant but also knowing there wasn't much time left to dwell on such things. "We all have your best interests at heart, Your Majesty," she replied with confidence, making sure to reinforce her loyalty. Amelia knew Maria could always be counted on when it came to matters concerning state affairs. Yet, she couldn't help wondering if perhaps there was something else simmering beneath the surface - some hidden yearning or desire? Once Amelia had bathed she headed back to the bedroom where Colette waited with the coronation breakfast. Sitting delicately atop a fine porcelain plate sat a perfectly cooked sunny side egg, nestled among wilted greens and crispy bacon. Amelia took one look at the meal and sighed contentedly, appreciating its simplicity yet tastefulness. As she sipped tea served by Maria, the three shared moments of camaraderie and intimacy in contrast to the solemnity of the situation. "Hmm, I am glad we have these precious moments together," Once Amelia had finished breakfast it was time for Colette to do her make-up. It was a simple application, just enough to accentuate Amelia's natural beauty, enhancing her alabaster skin and striking features with subtle sweeps of color and contouring techniques.

Colette worked diligently with her nimble fingers, ensuring precision and perfection. Meanwhile, Maria made sure that every little detail regarding Amelia's appearance would meet the standards required by protocol. Each task was performed meticulously, reflecting the respect and admiration the pair held towards their queen. Even though the atmosphere was charged with nervous anticipation, Maria and Colette maintained their composure, focusing solely on ensuring Amelia looked and felt radiant. As they continued to work methodically on perfecting Amelia's outfit, she reflected on how grateful she was for having these incredible women at her side during such monumental occasions. Their presence provided solace and reassurance in times of uncertainty and anxiety. Amidst the flurry of activity surrounding Amelia, Colette moved on to finalizing her hairstyle. With delicate fingers and meticulously chosen accessories, she fashioned Amelia’s thick mane into an elaborate updo worthy of a queen-to-be. The resulting style featured a regal crown shape, accented with diamond encrusted combs and pearl embellishments - it was nothing short of breathtaking. The subtle scents of rosewater and jasmine filled the air as Colette gently brushed Amelia's locks, leaving them smooth, soft, and glossy. With her and makeup done it was time for Amelia to get dressed. Colette pulled the silk coset around Amelia. It fit snugly, molding itself seamlessly to her curves.

Maria adjusted the heavy golden brooch placed carefully at the precise spot where the garment dipped low over Amelia's shoulder. The brooch caught the last rays of sunshine pouring through the window, causing the gemstone to sparkle entrancingly. Next came the white silk stockings which connected to the bottom of the corset. These too were impeccably tailored to follow the line of Amelia's legs precisely. The sensual feel of the material caressing her skin brought a sense of arousal mixed with anticipation. This was further heightened by the tight fitting chemise made of translucent fabric. Its diaphanous nature revealed only hints of her form, teasing those around her. The corset was tied firmly, pulling Amelia's waist into an impossibly small circumference, creating an hourglass effect that showcased her curvatures. Next came the coronation dress in traditional white satin and silk. The dress was customarily crafted in layers, starting with an underskirt followed by a pleated overlay secured by a belt cinched at Amelia's narrowest point. Lastly, the outer layer fell elegantly, billowing slightly at the hemline. Maria fastened the gold buttons on the bodice of the dress one by one, taking extra care to ensure a perfect fit. Amelia watched her reflection in the mirror, marveling at how the sum of all these layers culminated in a stunning ensemble that truly befitted a monarch. Then came the satin white shoes. The heels weren't high, but the design allowed them to elevate Amelia without compromising mobility or balance.

They fitted snuggly around her feet, complementing the rest of her ensemble beautifully. Maria stepped forward to offer Amelia her majestic cloak. Made of ermine fur and trimmed in silver thread, it covered Amelia's shoulders and flowed behind her like liquid mercury. The final touch was the coronation tiara which she would wear to the cathedral. As Amelia looked at her reflection once again, the sight of her regalia caused her pulse to race faster. Maria noticed the excited expression on her face and offered words of encouragement. "Your Majesty, you look absolutely stunning. We know you've put countless hours preparing yourself for this moment. And now, after years of dedication and hard work, our kingdom shall finally bear witness to your crowning ceremony The entire process was a testament to your commitment to excellence, my lady," Maria added lovingly, giving Amelia a tender smile. Despite being emotionally and physically exhausted, Amelia found immense satisfaction in having reached this milestone with the support of her friends. As she turned toward the massive cheval mirror mounted on the wall, the gleaming reflections of the ornaments decorating her body struck her with renewed determination. Stepping closer to the mirror, she studied her visage with intense scrutiny. Now fully dressed Queen Amelia thanked her two maids and then headed out of the door. She was followed by soldiers dressed in their best uniforms and armour and headed towards the carriage.