A Crown For A Slave

"I've never been there," said Anna when Erwin took her to the great hall. Now, they are in the front of the great hall. Anna is reluctant to enter because of her low status.

"You must see the crystal throne, my lady. The color is as pretty as your eyes," Erwin said.

"Isn't a slave not allowed to enter?"

"Who would forbid you if you come with me?"

"I don't want to get you into trouble."

"That's fine. Besides, the throne room is empty right now. Come on, before I go to the war tomorrow. I have a present for you too."

"All right, only because you insist, my prince."

So, Erwin and Anna come to the great hall, the throne room.

The great hall's walls were light purple and looked majestic and glorious. And on some areas of the walls, rose vines grow till it reaches the top of the wall. Unfortunately, the roses still do not bloom perfectly. If only the roses had bloomed, Erwin would pick one and give it to his lover since her hair and the rose petal had the same color. There was also a giant