In the Blackthorn Palace, Arielle headed straight for the passage of the great hall. She was surprised to see the line of people who wanted to enter the hall. They were lined up in a row extending backward.
A confused Arielle patted the shoulder of a fat man in front of her.
"Excuse me, sir, is this the line to meet the king?"
The man furrowed his brows in confusion.
"That's right. But did you just come to the palace for the first time?" he asked.
Arielle nodded. She had indeed lived in Northendell palace for some time but she had never seen anything like this before.
The man looked behind Arielle. "Looks like you will be the last in line. Are you in a hurry, Miss? Because usually, this line will end in the evening."
"Evening?" asked Arielle in disbelief.
"That's right, so if you can't stand the wait, you can come back next month and come early."
