Nuri’s POV
It's morning.
The winter sun shone through the clouds on my face and gave it a golden glow.
But I was very serious at the moment, showing a cold air.
I stood at the Palace Gate, which was slowly being opened by two guards.
"Sir, Rodriguez, this way, please. The King and Queen are waiting for you."
I snorted and followed the guard.
The palace today is so quiet that there is not a single servant passing by. The early morning sun had not yet warmed the world, and the bare branches and dark blue cloudless sky still gave a sense of chill.
I walked along the Central Street of the palace, across a square, and came to a tall tower in the middle of the palace.
