There was too much green.
The reds and oranges Lucien grew up with could still be found, but only as dots amongst a sea of green, rather than leaves that clung to the trees and littered the ground. It was alarming to wake up day after day and see so much green overwhelming the colors of his old home.
The home where his father still ruled.
"How are you adjusting to Spring Court?" Tamlin asked him one morning, a month into his stay.
Lucien poked at his food, thinking of how he had to search for autumn colors. "It's perfect."