Tristen’s P. O. V.
I was standing outside the huge iron door of the Royal court and was waiting for the guards to announce my arrival to the King. And only when he gave permission, the door finally opened with a treacherous sound, giving me access to the court room at the end of which there was sitting King Luther on the very golden throne.
As I walked inside the enormous hall of the courtroom, the menacing coldness made me shiver for no reason at all. It was not that I was walking through this hall for the first time after my return, but it was just that, whenever I came here to meet the King, I could not help but remember how this place used to be once in the past seven years ago.
I still remember that there was never a day when this courtroom used to be empty as people from every co
