To the right of his window was the large glass dome that covered the Exotic gardens, where he had first met his angel. It was always a favourite place for him to visit. To breath in the fresh scents of the flowers, it had been a place where he could relax. To the left was the outer edge of the frosty forest, and to the centre the flat green grounds, that, in the two weeks of the year where no snow fell, would thaw and expose fresh grass. It was always a pool of mud for the first couple of days, but then would turn a lush green colour, before being covered in white once more. As much as he was a king, Fitz also enjoyed the small things in life, taking pleasure from things like the flowers in the dome, or the scent from a few days of fresh green grass.
War and ruling were, and could be, ug
