[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Verdantis]
[Capital City]
The tea in Lucinda's hands was still pleasantly warm within the antique porcelain cup. Thin wisps of steam curled upward before disappearing into the air of Alyssia's chambers. She did not truly need the warmth—not physically—but there was something comforting about holding it nonetheless. It gave her hands something to do while her thoughts wandered where they always seemed determined to wander.
She sat beside one of the tall windows overlooking the castle grounds, her red eyes fixed on the dreadful skies beyond the glass.
The sky had not changed.
The tears still hung overhead, looking like wounds, endlessly bleeding that darkness into the world below.
By all rights, it should have been night.
