![]() Despite the cooling breeze from the sea, the sun was bright overhead, reflecting heat off the flat crystal power panels interspersed between clumps of plants. Her mother sighed, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her gardening glove and leaving a trail of mud in its place. Please, Madre? Won’t you take me with you on your tour of the Alpi? Biancarosa asked, hovering over her mother’s shoulder as the queen crouched before a small sapling, a pair of sharp pruning shears in hand. There was only the joy of frolicking through the thick green tangle of the palazzo’s maze of gardens, coaxing wild magic from the blooms beneath her fingertips and singing ancient songs about dragons. ![]() Growing up, the little princess never knew a moment’s sorrow. They lived in a castle by the sea, with soaring windows of Elvezian crystal that radiated the sun’s light from every angle, keeping each room bright and warm as summer even when snow fell low on the Apennini. ![]() Her father the king was handsome, her mother the queen was beautiful, and together, they were the ideal parents-loving, warm, doting. She had everything she could dream of: beautiful gowns, fanciful toys, freedom to run and play as much as she wanted. Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a fairytale. WINGS OF RENEWAL: A Solarpunk Dragon AnthologyĮdited by Claudie Arseneault and Brenda J. ![]()
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