Nora
Clyde carried me smoothly through the grand entrance, and I couldn't help but notice the eyes that followed us. Servants and guards paused in their duties, nodding and murmuring, "Your Majesty" and "Princess" as we passed by.
“This is the main hall,” Clyde said, gesturing to the impressive surroundings. “Beyond it are the gardens, although they’re mostly covered in snow this time of year. The library is in the west wing, the armory to the north, and there are plenty of rooms for guests and advisors.”
I nodded, taking it all in. I couldn’t help but compare it to the palace I used to know. This place was bigger and more stunning, but it felt cold and impersonal, lacking the warmth and familiarity of my old home. It made me feel lost in its grandeur.
Sensing my discomfort, Clyde paus
