Verinia sat with her head on her arms and one hand in the fountain's water, closing her eyes to relax with the sound of the fish swimming in it.
It had become predictable that she would be sitting there day after day, without fail. Routine. She would sit outside whether there was sunshine or not, and would put her hand in the water as if she would be able to feel how cold it was.
For the most part, it was because the fountain was the most silent place in the entire garden, and on the other hand, it was because she couldn't stand being confined by the walls of her palace anymore.
Even though she was still not leaving the grounds, being inside made her feel like there was no air to breathe. She preferred to be outside, no matter the conditions of the weather, and pretend like everything was at peace.
