Lilia sat under the sunlight in the middle of the vineyard. She stared at the vast green meadows and reached up, plucking a grape cluster from the vines, and dunked it in a bowl of cold water. The ice cubes rattled on the edges of the steel bowl as Lilia plucked the grapes one by one and ate them.
Some were sweet, some were sour, some had wasps that tried to sting her nose, but she didn't care that much. She had spent the last day like this, resting in the warm sunlight and enjoying the freshest grapes in the kingdom. Not even her father can get them this fresh, right out of the vines.
