The morning sky over Asenus was painted with hues of soft lavender and pale gold.
Elara Jericho stepped out of the villa dressed in a simple white coat, a wide-brimmed hat shielding her face from the artificial sunlamps dotting the streets.
Her heart felt restless, the conversation from the previous night still echoing in her mind.
The throne war was inching closer, and her presence here might put Mors and his wife in danger as they stayed on Sinalta.
But today, she sought a distraction. The city of Velmira was known for its diverse cuisine, blending ingredients from dozens of planets into culinary masterpieces.
Elara had read about the famous Solaria Flame Noodles, served in an open-air plaza downtown. It seemed like a good place to lose herself in the anonymity of the crowd.
As she walked through the bustling streets, she marveled at the vibrancy of the city. Hovercrafts glided overhead, carrying passengers through invisible traffic lanes.
