Luka’s POV
There were a lot of chattering voices around and the ground hurt my legs. Looking down at my own leg, the shoe covering my feet was no other than royal slippers. What was I thinking? I exhaled.
She had just moved away from the room with that man beside her. His pale eyes and the way he grunts, told me something was off. The courtyard here was a little too busy. The flowers often didn’t bloom because the pink one that looked back at me was withering from its bud and about to fall off. The color has faded already.
Taking my face away from the flower, I focused on her. The shriveling feeling under my feet pressed me to look around for someone.
“Hey you! Come!” I swerved and pointed at a guard standing by the entrance not far from where I stood right before climbing the stair
