"Dame Nora, you have to come with us. there's something I need to tell you both," Deon said as instructed by Mikael who was busy drawing up plans inside the white world.
"I understand, your highness."
Deon led the two of them through winding corridors, passing by servants and knights who whispered behind their backs,
'The crazy almagi…'
'The commoner slut and the cowardly prince…'
'Hahaha! What an amusing bunch!'
Nora was very much tempted to kill them all-- like how she did with her assassination targets, but Nora calmed herself down. She reigned in her anger as she gazed at the back of her soon-to-be master, Prince Deon.
'My liege… why do you live like this? Why do you let them trample over you when your status is much higher than them?'
Nora thought that Deon really resembled her brother.
'I could never understand why it is so easy for them to forgive and forget those who insult them…'
