There's still some time before dinner.
Outside the Queen's chamber, in the garden, Queen Ylaya wore a luxurious white velvet gown, with hand-embroidered crimson birds adorning it.
Vivid and lifelike.
Her skin was very pale, but signs of aging could be seen; her long hair, white as snow without a blemish, was pinned back. Her eyes, slightly sunken, made those ink-blue pupils seem even deeper.
Yet it was hard to hide her wisdom and majesty.
There was a tranquility and elegance completely belonging to an Oriental woman in her demeanor, standing quietly there—in itself a quietude of the years.
Yet, there was an unyielding nobility and dominance permeating through her without her needing to make any obvious moves.
It felt faintly familiar.
The senior maid Lia shakily tried to wrap a cloak around her, struggling with the movement.
Queen Ylaya reached out, grasped the tie herself, and draped it over her shoulders.
