In the blink of an eye, many days had passed.
Richard's life at the academy was monotonous, but in the courtyard he had purchased, he bit by bit constructed the rudiments of a laboratory—it couldn't compare in scale to the one in the Blue Lion Kingdom's palace, but it was already capable of a great deal of research.
...
Many days later, during the day, at Richard's rented courtyard, which also served as his lab.
The weather was clear, and the warm sunlight streamed through the windows, casting beams that danced in the air filled with fine dust, glittering under the Tyndall effect, creating a spectacle of beauty.
In a corner of the lab rested a wooden bed, with a thick mattress atop which lay a soft woolen blanket, covered with a fluffy goose-down comforter. Sitting on it, the whole bed was as soft as a freshly baked, fermented Queen's Bread.
Pandora was currently lying on it, sound asleep.
