Alinna did not distrust the safety of her room, for the place had the protection of powerful enchantments that guarded her against any stranger. But, at times, she had a strange feeling, it was as if she had experienced this situation before...
"According to what my mother told me, it seems that we will be escorted to the Kingdom of Arcadia, whose kingdom has always been in discord with the Andersewn Empire. With any luck, my uncle's cruel hands won't be able to reach us there and we'll get political asylum until this all blows over. Not a perfect plan, but, the other option was the Elessar Empire. According to mother's words, this is not a viable option to shelter us; since it is an empire ruled by the proud elves, who can't be trusted too much..." thought Alinna, remembering what she kn
