Elara stayed mute while looking deep into Palvin’s eyes. His blue irises showed the suffering and defeat of the past two years along with the rejoice of their recent reunion. Elara changed her gaze to the bleak picture around her.
“Come, I think you should meet someone” Palvin faintly smiled and led her through the streets again. Elara was still silent when they reached a black iron fencing at the bottom of a hill. The stoned path led to a big mansion that stood out over the gloomy surroundings. Palvin was opening the door to let the princess pass when a ruckus stopped them on their tracks.
“What is this place, Palvin?”
He wavered at her question, feeling so embarrassed. Not wanting to lie to her anymore, he told her the truth. “It’s a brothel, Elara”
“A brothel?”
