The Courtyard of Blooming Light
The sun hung high over the Lionheart Palace, wrapped in soft white clouds that drifted lazily across a sky the color of pale sapphire. Its light spilled gently over the grand courtyard, bathing every surface in warmth and quiet splendor.
The courtyard was alive—vivid, radiant, utterly serene. The polished marble paths gleamed like liquid glass beneath the sunlight, tracing elegant lines between flowerbeds bursting with color. Petals swayed with the breeze: crimson roses brushed shoulders with snow lilies, violet irises bowed shyly beside golden sunflowers, while the subtle scent of jasmine wove through the air like a whispered secret.
