Mikhailis lounged back against the garden chair, the morning sun warm on his face. His eyes were half-closed, soaking in the sunlight as he stretched his legs lazily, the thick scent of roses and fresh herbs wafting on the gentle breeze. This part of the royal chambers was his sanctuary—a place where no one bothered him, and he could indulge in his simple pleasures. He had a sketchbook resting on his lap, its pages already filled with sketches of various insects and plants, and he smiled as he sketched the next subject brought to him by his ever-diligent chimera ant workers.
These guys are so dedicated. Imagine having your own miniature botanists who don't even complain.
Mikhailis chuckled to himself as one of the chimera ant workers approached, carrying a tiny flower with iridescent blue petals. He took the flower gently from the chimera ant's claws, marveling at the vivid color.
