Five days had passed since Lumiel had left the capital.
During that time, not much had happened within the royal castle.
As expected, Queen Mother Eliana had taken care of the kingdom's affairs with perfect efficiency, so much so that even those who had once doubted her abilities now felt ashamed of having done so.
While it had indeed been King Marconius who handled most matters during his reign, his wife had never simply stood at his side without purpose. She had always supported him, and now the court was beginning to understand just how much she had truly contributed.
After all, Eliana had not become Queen merely because Marconius had loved her, nor because Luminar royal blood flowed through her veins.
Meanwhile, Lenora had devoted herself more to the affairs of the castle itself, shaping it in her own image, or rather, according to her own sense of order and aesthetic.
She knew her elder brother would not mind in the slightest.
