Within the quiet corridors of the royal castle, Dorothy walked silently, tightly hugging a thick book she had just borrowed from the grand library against her chest.
She made her way slowly toward the same open courtyard where she always sought refuge. It was the only place outside her private quarters where she could sit surrounded by nature and peace, far away from the suffocating, politically charged ambiance of the castle halls.
Of course, the inner courtyard was still technically part of the royal grounds, but it was out in the open air. It was superior to remaining inside, where she inevitably crossed paths with arrogant nobles who never forgot to cast sharp, disdainful glares at her, exactly the sort of treatment one expected against the daughter of a minor noble from Radhamantia while standing in the Capital of Helios.
She walked until she reached her usual spot, taking a seat on a familiar stone bench.
