On the eve of her coronation, a queen sits alone in her chamber. There are no regal gowns around her, only the warm, spiced air that carries the memory of her long and challenging journey. A flicker of unease stirs within her, so she lights a bundle of lavender. In its clear, tranquil fragrance, she recognizes her inner strength. She realizes she does not need the crown to define her — what she seeks is the certainty within. The next morning, as she walks toward the throne, she radiates the depth and wisdom of sandalwood and amber. It is not the scent of power, but the quiet allure of self-awareness.