"Will you leave us alone?" Mircea asks the guards that are trailing her.
"We will be standing outside, your majesty." The guards close the door. Athos's room is bland compared to her room's soft colours. This room is decorated for a guy who barely stays in it with minimum furniture and blue and whitewashed walls.
Urban is sitting leisurely on the chair next to the bookshelf inspecting its wood, while Athos and Leigh are nowhere to be found.
"Where are the others?" Mircea perches on the neatly made bed.
"Leigh wanted to see the library. Palace library. So Athos guided him." Urban's tone is light as he dusts his hands on his thighs.
"Oh"
"Yes, here is the letter." Urban hands her the letter. Mircea looks at the letter pensively. She is wearing a deep blue gown with minimum jewellery. Her crown is placed gracefully on her head, however, it doesn't fit right.
