Osian lay back in the heated spring, the steam rising from the water, creating a fog above the surface as he looked outside the tall window frames that did not have any glass to shield guests from the snowy peaks and roaring wind outside. Yet, none of it entered the heated palace. The princeling looked at the oddity of such a bathing chamber, the ground of green and gold marble-type flooring, which apparently was also heated ice.
Slipping a few times on it revealed the truth about Lady Alaya's words. It was ice crafted to look like marble. It was otherworldly. Like the entirety of Lyvaria, it seemed.
Osian did not know what to think of these elven kingdoms. They were overly extravagant but with exquisite fabrics and technologies that they did not use in their own domain. Still, if Selvin wins over the King and Queen as much as he has pleased King Thalinal, their kingdoms could start trading.
