Queen Nadia's private gardens were still as brilliant as the first time Silvan saw them
Vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges, it rivaled the spring sun.
They didn't stay very long in the gilded gazebo before it started drizzling lightly, the rain elevating the soothing atmosphere.
The rain left crystal droplets of water on the flame-colored flowers, the sun hiding behind blue-gray clouds.
"Are we still paying a visit to the Capital?" Silvan asked, his appetite was still little, but it was improving.
Alessio didn't eat much as well, his gray eyes reflected the skies as he looked out at the gentle rain misting the gardens. He nursed a goblet of wine, a distant look in his eyes.
"We can go tomorrow. It's such a pleasant afternoon for a nap," He sighed, sinking down deeper into the cushions behind him.
