The noble lady slipped into her dress with the help of two maids.
"Being a noble is actually rather boring, I know it might sound a bit haughty to say this, especially since the difficulties you face, particularly you... Charlene, the harrowing experiences you've gone through, are nothing compared to what I'm complaining about now."
"No, I know the kind of pressure you're under, especially when you just became the ruler of this land," Grisa said, "I've seen it all, and compared to the crises you face, our minor troubles are really nothing."
"Hah... really," Ireya glanced over at Ruby, who did not speak but was intently adjusting the sleeves of her dress, "Charlene, what do you think?"
"What do you think? Miss."
"The things I just said."
"I think people from different social statuses have their own troubles, Miss, it's hard to compare, no one decrees that people in high positions must be happy all the time."
