"Where to Sir?"
"The Asgardian royal embassy."
"Do you have a permit to get past the thirty-second checkpoint?"
Elliot dipped his hand in his shirt's front pocket and pulled out the gateway permit for the twenty-eighth gate.
The cab driver was surprised whilst looking at it through the rare view mirror but he didn't say anything. Anyone he'd carried was either going to see the direct descendants of the royal family at the courthouse or to see the crown prince himself.
But he was going to the Magnar courts? To see the king's brother or the crown prince's cousin? He couldn't ask the passenger this, he just nodded showed him the toll fare from the airport and told him how long it'll take to get there.
Elliot glanced out the half-whined window and stared at the cloudless sky and bright sunshine. For someone like him growing up in Capefrost, the world's ice desert and also the Queen's homeland, seeing a clear sky was like seeing snow in July.
