Golden eyed child

Ivonne’s POV

The palace was so breathtaking that I almost forgot how miserable my night had been. Almost.

The man who had picked me up—still nameless to me—led me through tall arched doors into a wide marble hall.

Every inch of it shone like it had been polished daily. Tapestries lined the walls, depicting wolves, moons, battles, and forests. The ceilings were impossibly high, chandeliers glittering with light that reflected off the shiny floor.

I walked in silence, clutching his coat tighter around me, terrified of making the wrong sound in a place like this. He said nothing either, just walked briskly like he had a purpose, and I tried not to feel like a stray dog being escorted somewhere important.

Finally, he opened a wooden door with ornate carvings and gestured inside.

“Wait here,” he said shortly.

I stepped in, and he closed the door behind me without another word.

It took me a second to realize it was an office. The room was warm, decorated in deep woods and velvet, with a ma