The morning sunlight peeked shyly through the sheer silk curtains. It illuminated a chamber within Queen Marianne's wing in the Sol-Regis Palace.
The room lacked the grandeur of the main guest quarters. Its furnishings were fairly standard; a carved oak bed, a writing desk in the corner, and a wardrobe. Yet to Raveena Sudrath, this cozy chamber was nothing more than a gilded prison cell.
She had been confined to this wing for six full days.
Raveena stood frozen before the window. Her eyes stared blankly at the clear sky of the Sol-Regis capital. Her black hair was left unbound and messy. She wore only a simple cotton gown.
Haaah... A long sigh slipped past her lips.
Her posture was incredibly stiff. Her fingers tapped against the windowsill in a rapid, restless rhythm.
She missed teaching her classes. She missed the freezing air of Northreach. Queen Eleanor—Caelus's stepmother—had unilaterally blocked every single one of her written requests to visit King Edward.
