Dark, vivid, lush vegetation scattered around for miles. In this humid landscape, light was abundant, animals were rampant and waterfalls were plentiful. Rosalyn took a deep breath of the sweet and spicy air and let it out with a gratified sigh. She stood on her balcony and took everything in. Everything she could see with her eyes, the verdant growths of the Glenraw Valley, the distant waterfalls in the Cascade Hills, and the far-off majesty of the Hooded Mountains, she took into her body and held the memory her young eyes could see in her core. This was her valley, Rosalyn's kingdom and oh how she loved it.

The sun shone onto her as she stood on her balcony. Its rays flew past her and into her gilded room with high ceilings. Everytrhing in her room seemed to glow. It was almost as if the room saved all the light it could get during the day so it could bathe Rosalyn with radiance the minute she entered. The tops of her walls were lined with crown moulding engraved with cherub faces and mythical beasts. Below that, painted wooded panelling lined with golden paint stretched all the way down to the herring bone floor.