Reina’s POV
“Your highness?”
Hassan addressed as the Limou came to a halt before a large, eighteenth century building with various scriptures carved on the wall. On top of it as I could see from the window was the NATIONAL MUSEUM, AL KHOR, AL ALHAN.
Hassan turned over and opened the door, holding it for me to step down. He bowed and shut it back, then hastened his steps, taking the lead. I was expecting some ordinary day at the museum, with someone to chat with me and tell me what different things here meant.
The last time I went to a museum was as a nun in my first convent as a nun, since then.
I took a breath, determined to enjoy myself while in here. I would have a lot of questions to ask for sure. I glowed with pride, switching my eyes over to Hassan, he will surely answer my
