š.š: Reina
Some heated hours later...
In Elysia's Chambers.
šhe sun was a tyrannical monarch today, reigning over the palace with an iron fist of heat.
Elysia, seeking refuge from its wrath, reclined on her balcony's lounge chair.
Her ornate golden fanāa relic of some forgotten celebration, hastily snatched from a nearby tableāmoved in slow, languid arcs.
"I swear, I should've been born with ice magic," she grumbled, her voice a low murmur, barely audible above the hum of cicadas.
A mischievous part of her wondered if that thought was a sneaky bit of foreshadowing from the universe. (She winked at the people she knew were watching.)
Her gaze drifted towards the heat haze that covered the distant palace fields, distorting the familiar landscape into a wavering mirage.
Sweat clung to her skin like a second layer. Her inner garments, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a suffocating shroud.
