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Prince Jalyn, the fourth child of Queen Andalisha and insignificant in any other matter, stepped onto the wide, sun-kissed terrace. As everything in the palace, it was made of sky marble, remarkable for its blue tint, and it always reminded him of calm, cold lakes. Perhaps this was why his mother liked the terrace so much: a private oasis of tranquility in the constant buzzing of the Tivarashan Southern Palace.
She was sitting at a small table in the middle of it, far enough to not see the gardens stretched below as if she wanted to create the feeling of solitude, but then, it was his mother. She may have only wanted to make Jalyn think she desired such alone time. This way, he would be flattered all the more that she’d granted him an audience during her most precious moments of the da
