Lavender Horizon,
Here I drew the "Church" tower of Amersfoort (my home city). It isn't a church tower anymore since the church part accidentally got exploded somewhere in the 1800 because gunpowder was stored in there during the patriot monarchy war. The tower was unique though that it was not connected to the church so it stands to this day!
Anyhow lol :3 got a bit sidetracked. I do enjoy how the clouds turned out eventhough I was doubting if I should include them.
The last place Alina wanted to be was sitting on the throne and listening to the requests of those that came to entreat their rulers. The desire to rule had never been hers, even when Nikolai had suggested a marriage alliance. Instead, Alina's focus had been on the Second Army, or rather what had been left of it.
A lot of good that had done her.
Her fingers grasped the podstakannik that held her tea to bring it to her lips. When one of her maids had appeared that morning to complete the task of preparing the Tsaritsa for court, Alina had told the woman to leave her be. Perhaps she should've feared for the woman if she was questioned as to why she hadn't completed her morning responsibility, but Alina had the safety of too many already weighing her down. It was for the wellbeing of her friends and the Grisha that had followed her that she bore the twin bands on her left hand: one of marriage and the other of state. The figurative weight of them both was perhaps more than she anticipated.
Alina set aside her tea and crossed to the one of the windows that lined the far wall of her apartments. The rooms had been heavily redecorated after the fall of the Lantsovs. It was still a bit disarming to think that Tatiana Lantsov had once commanded these rooms, even if they looked nothing like how they'd been during her tenure.
Alina worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered her afternoon. A walk to the Little Palace might do her some good, or perhaps a ride. She turned as the door to her bedchamber opened, half expecting her maid. Instead she felt her mood sour significally at the figure who stood in the doorframe.
"Shouldn't you be seeing to the petitioners?" Alina asked, arching a brow. "You're wasting time up here; I'm not coming down."
aleksander approaches milo slowly, then squats low to the ground to observe him. "hello, beastie..."
milo’s whole body wriggles and waggles in anticipation . a new friend ? a new friend ! a cheerful bleat as the stranger squats, the goat bonking his furry head against his knee . stepping back, the little goat bends his neck down to the ground, plucking out the stem of small flower . chewing on the stem, he drops it into aleksander’s hand . a flower for his new friend .