The Royal Palace rose from the cliffs like something straight from myth.
White stone veined with silver runes. Towers crowned with banners bearing the royal crest—an ancient wolf encircled by stars. Power lived here, but not the cruel kind Aria had grown used to.
As they crossed the gates, something inside her loosened.
Just a fraction.
She didn’t know much about the Royal Family, but she hadn’t heard any bad things about the royal family so far, so she was curious about them. She sent a few silent prayers to the Moon Goddess in her heart when she looked at the main gate of the Royal Palace.
The Royal Family didn’t keep them waiting.
Prince Reagan led them straight into the inner hall, where the King and Queen stood—not elevated on thrones, but on the same floor.
Aria looked at
