The meal ended not long after Vivian left the dining hall, and Luan excused himself from the hall, feeling sharp pain and soreness all over his body. All he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts. He made his way down the corridor, remembering the day he had stepped out of the court. Still lost in thought, Luan almost walked directly into a wall.
Luan brought himself up short, escaping from his maze of thoughts. He looked around, frowning. He had been walking longer than it had taken him to reach the dining hall, and he still had not found his own chamber after spending a lot of time in the Queen’s court. He continued his stride and found himself in a hallway now, line with torches, tapestries hung on the wall but where was the clouds before? Was he in the same hallway as before? Some
