Unfortunately, I am not a person of the Royal Capital, nor do I have a fixed residence. Shandela gazed at the city surrounded by mountains while following her escort into a great hall wrapped in snow.
With the heavy iron door slowly closing, the cold wind and falling snow were all shut out.
"I'll take her the rest of the way," another tall man with a scar on his face took over the prison guard's duty.
"Thank you for the trouble."
Shandela gave him a glance and found something oddly familiar about him.
"Are you... a member of the Royal Guards?"
"Yes, my name is Mekefa," he nodded, "Do you know me?"
