Olivia Harvest has lived long.
She is turning seventy seven this year, and by now, she has outlived her husband, three of her sons, three of her daughter-in-laws, and three of her finest grandchildren.
As the ruling family of Harvest, they couldn't ask for a better life, as long as one lives on this side of Eldaria.
They were not under tyrants, like the east is.
They were not suffering from famine and scarcity, like the rest of the thousand kingdoms are.
Harvest could grow three crops per annum, and every fruit native to the continent, at least in name.
Winter reaches Harvest last, and Spring touches harvest first.
Fleur, the city under Harvest family is famous for its fashion, beauty, and all around decadence.
The men and women of Harvest are famous for their honor, chivalry and virtuousness.
All around, Harvest excelled at bullshit that only the rich could 'invest in' to brag about themselves.
