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The room where Princess Aesa held court sat at the top of a building higher than any castle tower she had ever been in; at least outside of Alfheim. Large windows displayed the splendor of the mortal city around them. Beautiful, but a shadow of what her people were capable of creating. Humans needed a lesson in beauty. She held court in one of a large suite of rooms comprising the entire top floor, plus a rooftop garden. Although, again, garden was a strong word for such a pale replica of the landscapes her family created. But it would do for now.
Aesa looked down at the Fey girl doing her nails with disdain. It was called a manicure, and she had been told it was common in this age for women of high stature to have one. In her youth she would have been told it was a waste of h
