***Istoviir’s POV***
I had just arrived through the lake, and was walking through the tunnel into the main part of the city. It was empty as always this time of day, and I walked to the gates of the palace, which were locked. I appeared inside of them, and into my father’s chamber where both of my parents sat in their thrones. “What is the meaning of this?” I said when they looked up at me finally after a few moments of me waiting.
“Hello Istoviir.” My father said, “The meaning of what?”
“Why are the gates locked?” I asked.
“The gates are not locked.” My father said, puzzled. My mother looked suspicious however.
“The gates are locked, so who are you trying to keep out, Mother?”
“It must be a mistake.” She said quickly.
“Those gates are only locked by the command of you or
