There was still some time before dinner.

  In the garden outside the queen’s chamber, Queen Yulia was wearing a white high-quality velvet dress with a crimson bird embroidered on it.

  It was vivid and lifelike.

  Her skin was very fair, but one could tell that she was old. Her snow-white hair was tied up behind her head, and her eyes were slightly sunken, making her dark blue eyes look deeper.

  At the same time, he was wise and dignified.

  There was a kind of quietness and elegance that belonged to an oriental woman. Standing there quietly was a kind of tranquility.

  Without batting an eyelid, a sense of nobility and dominance seeped into her body.