Andrew stepped through the golden gates of the royal palace of Dunnas with a mixture of awe and determination. The building, an architectural marvel that seemed to hover between the earthly and the divine, stood majestically in the heart of the kingdom.
The towers shone with a golden reflection in the midday sun, and the intricate stained glass windows told stories of the queens who had ruled throughout the centuries. There was no time to linger in awe of the place. The message he carried from Cannes was urgent, and the fate of the world seemed to hang in the balance.
A chamberlain, dressed in robes of blue velvet and silver embroidery, led him through endless corridors decorated with tapestries that seemed to come to life. Finally, they reached a throne room that radiated authority and antiquity.
