The room they had given Aire was beautiful.
She hated it.
Everything inside it looked as though someone had spent centuries trying to convince themselves that beauty alone could heal pain.
The walls shimmered faintly beneath the pale glow pouring through the towering windows. Vines covered in tiny white blossoms climbed elegantly around polished pillars without ever touching the ceiling.
A stream of crystal-clear water flowed gently through a narrow channel carved into the marble floor before disappearing beneath the opposite wall.
Even the air smelled clean, fresh, and alive.
Nothing like the Dark Fae Realm.
Aire stood before the enormous window without moving. She woke up hours ago.
Her head feels so light.
Beyond it stretched an endless kingdom suspended between silver mountains and forests that glowed beneath the afternoon light.
Bridges woven from living branches connected floating islands together while winged creatures drifted lazily through the sky.
