Morning sunlight filtered through the intricate stained-glass skylight, scattering soft rainbows across Queen Elowen's royal solar. Specks of color slid over polished bookshelves, skimmed the gold filigree on a harp in the corner, and finally came to rest on Elowen herself. She stood near the open balcony, hands folded behind the small of her back, gazing at dew-steeped ivy that clung to the moonstone railings outside. Each leaf glistened like a tiny mirror, and she found a strange calm in watching them sway with the breeze.