Abi could only zip her mouth. This man had always been a man of few words since the first time she met him and tonight was actually the first time she heard him speak so much. Did he get tired talking suddenly or did he just feel that she was being annoying?
They headed to the northern wing of the palace. This part seemed a little different from the rest of the palace. The floor was made of black marble, with bits of white lines dotted every now and then, in the shape of lightning strikes. Many statues of black dragons of different shapes and sizes were lined on each side of the hallway, like pillars. The high dome ceiling was magnificent. The background was dark gray but throughout the length of the hallway, there were bold colours of red, yellow and black, bringing the intricate carvings to life. The carvings seemed to be portraying one man's journey to victory over dragons. It made Abi wonder if that was the illustration of Alex's story.
