By now, one of Na'arvi's favorite spots to pass time was under the west-facing window of her bedchamber, from where she could gaze at the enormous, flamboyant garden during the day. At night, the window let the cool breeze in, along with the intoxicating floral scents that she missed during her trip to the south. She inhaled deeply and relished that aroma as she recollected the events of that day. She had returned that morning to a shower of flowers and welcome songs, but her husband was nowhere in sight when walked through the palace doors. The palace was bustling with preparations for Prince Indra's crowning ceremony, and she barely had a glimpse of the prince for the entire day.