Currency of Power

Right in front of Olivia was Queen Isla, sitting with her back straight and never touching the backrest of the couch, her shoulders leveled, and chin up—as expected from a queen or must be a product from her decades of experience too. 

Whatever it was, Queen Isla looked regal as always, standing out against the lotus garden jade wallpaper that adorned Maxen's private study. 

The enchanting pattern as Queen Isla's backdrop made her look as if she was a goddess that descended from the Heavens and was now floating above a pond.

But what surprised Olivia the most was Queen Isla, whose sprightly face seemed to glow differently as the mid-morning sun cast a soft light on her face.

It was summertime in Nisia, and even when it was still mid-morning, the sun shone brightly as if it was noontime already and it filtered through the floor to ceiling window, illuminating the private study inside Maxen's room.