"How strange. It was so quiet, but the stench of death is undeniable."
Ismael peeked through the window to see what was happening outside. However, aside from the soldiers patrolling the new palace, nothing seemed amiss. Just now, all the monarchs were evacuated from their lodging to the new palace as discreetly and quietly as possible.
"The cry of soldiers and the sound of people fighting isn't the only sound the war carries, King Ismael." Inside the sitting room where Samael was at the moment was Veronika pouring herself a glass of wine. "Silence… is also a part of it."
Veronika paused, casting Ismael a look as she picked up the wineglass. "You and I both know that. After all, war starts within the palace walls and among the royals."
"I can't deny that." Ismael scratched the back of his head, walking back to the round table.
