There was no sign of anyone in the streets. And when I nosily asked, I was told that it was because of the yearly mourning.
Every year the entire Kingdom comes together to moan the death of their first prince who would have been the heir to the throne.
Moon didn't say a word as he continued following the man. He tightly held my hand in his as if he were afraid of letting go.
Jol took the rear.
He occasionally glanced around, vigilantly making sure there wasn't any danger lurking around us.
We were practically strangers in a mysterious kingdom. We are yet to know where we were, and the people with us.
Keeping our guard down will be the worst mistake, ever.
We reached the castle, which was at the farthest part of the kingdom. The castle seemed a bit secluded from the entire world.
The large trees around made it seem as if the castle was in the middle of a forest, and not a village.
