The High Chancellor's steps were fast and steady, defying his age, as he made his way through the hallways to a wing of the palace that Allan had never visited—the Diamond Wing. It was a place adorned with elegant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow upon intricately carved pillars and walls. The Diamond Wing had once belonged to the late queen, and not many people ventured there since her passing shortly after the prince's birth.
There had been gossip before about Prince Magnus seeking solace in the Diamond Wing, supposedly running there in fear after every sparring lesson, too intimidated by his instructor. Others speculated that his frequent losses left him hurt and embarrassed, driving him to hide in his late mother's chambers. However, regardless of the rumours, Prince Magnus had defied all odds and become the greatest swordsman in the kingdom.
