The royal palace's reception room was so impeccably clean that it almost felt unhealthy.

No matter where you looked, there wasn't a speck of dust, and the pristine white decorations adorning the room were flawless without even the tiniest blemish. The view outside the window was equally calculated—beyond the warm sunlight lay a lush green landscape, likely meticulously crafted by the palace gardener, causing me to imagine the amount of headache he must have endured.

What was truly strange, however, was how cleanliness did not automatically equate to beauty. The reception room was so sterile that it created a landscape …