Unlike the kingdom of Astaria whose lush beauty was currently buried away in deep snows that were induced by Prince Aldric’s foul temperament, the summer court was alive with the scent of blooming flowers, and the landscape a symphony of lush greenery and colorful blossoms. Sunbeams filter through the foliage, casting a golden glow that bathes the surroundings in a perpetual, ethereal sunlight.
The sound of laughter was heard In the Raysin family’s manor. Their daughter, lady Elena hosted a little informal soiree in the garden under the evening sun. Most of her friends in attendance would be leaving for the matchmaking ball, so it was basically a farewell soiree.
The atmosphere is filled with the soft hum of magic, melodious music played on instruments by a band of Faerie musicians at the corner, and the air filled with the sweet scent of summer flowers. The Fae in attendance were mostly nobles and adorned in ethereal gowns which were in varying shades of yellow, the signature color for the summer court.
None of the guests were bothered by the heat of the evening sun because the inhabitants of the Summer Court revel in the energy of the season, and their magic is intertwined with the warmth of the sun.
Lady Elena as the host stood out from the others, resplendent in a gown that seemed to be woven from golden sunbeams, the material shimmering with each movement she made and possessed the aura of regal grace.
Elena was a beautiful summer Fae with luminous skin that seemed kissed by the sun, her hair a color of spun gold that cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, and adorned with flowers that seemed to react to her presence by changing colors.
Her eyes were the same golden shade as Valerie’s which was not surprising since both shared an ancestry and not because summer Fae mostly had eyes the color of the summer sky. Her own eyes held a depth of intelligence and sparkled with a mischievous light. Her light brows were adorned with luminescent crystals that did not fall off even when she spoke expressively.
Elena gestured gracefully, the delicate artistry of her painted nails, which were golden glittering dewdrops like liquid jewels, catching attention as she spoke. Without even looking, she grabbed a drink from a serving Fae, never once breaking the attention of her guest as she lifted the goblet to her red lips and sipped. The drink was a liquid that shimmered like moonlight, offering a sweet and intoxicating nectar harvested from enchanted blooms.
Elena left the group, to schmooze with another, making sure none of her guests was neglected and with each step, she moved with a fluidity that echoed the rustling leaves and the gentle sway of wildflowers in the breeze. In one word, she didn’t even need to try hard to draw attention, her presence alone was a harmonious blend of natural elegance and otherworldly charm.
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