The captial city in the Rafflesia Kingdom was always a fun place to visit. Surprisingly, it was not where the Royal family resided. Since ancient times the royal family lived in a town nestled between two mountains. It was raised above the capital city and it seemed as though the castle its self was carved right out of the mountainside. The interior of the castle was full of smooth lines and large arching supports, displaying the incredible craft of those who built the castle. It made quite the visual note when things like the stone throne were angular and edged with hard lines, it did the job of drawing the onlookers eye. 

None the less, the capital had been restless since Adam Frost made his first appearance there at the annual interkingdom meeting for the kingdoms that held alliances with Rafflesia. Many of the people seemed unsettled and on edge, shying away from supporting Frost. Some supported Frost whole heartedly and accusing the crown family of many things. Zafiria was unable to go anywhere without more than the usual escort. She remained ever courteous with the men that accompanied her around but she grew irritated with her position. Today, for example, she was irritated that she couldn't walk along her favorite garden path in the capital due to the unrest. It was hard to find green and growth when you lived in the mountainside. However, she was able to convince her company to go outside of the castle, along the main road to the patch of wildflowers that grew where the water tended to pool and run off during heavy rain seasons. 

Here, she breathed deeply. Thoroughly enjoying letting the natural wind play with her loose strands of hair.