Nesrin bowed to Hans, he looked a bit confused but said nothing and left. As she watched him disappear from the gates of her bed chamber, Nesrin noticed a certain painting at the end of the corridor.
The man in the painting had no warmth, but he carried a cold enchanting beauty to him. And he looked strangely familiar. Nesrin turned to one of the guards outside her room and pointed at the painting.
"Who is that?"
The guard had a bewildered look on his face that Nesrin couldn't understand. He opened his mouth then closed it again, then exchanged an uncertain look with his fellow guard.
"Um...ah, that is his imperial majesty, the emperor."
"..."
Nesrin turned back to look at the painting, she couldn't believe her eyes and walked closer to it. But her feet paused when only a few feet remained between them, her body froze and the colors washed away from her face.
She knew this person in the painting!
