Out in the Desert (6)

Timur strolls through the lavish corridor which is illuminated by several silver lights. Unlike the dreary castle of Faika, this one is more lively and bright. The furniture is squeaky clean and the walls are made with the finest white marbles. The throne room is double the size than that of Faika but instead of a throne, there is only a round table with several chairs on the sides.

Only two chairs are put in the front. While the chairs look no different than the rest, no one else sits on it because it is reserved for the Emperor and Empress. The Emperor does not care though. He only cares about his country more than a piece of furniture.

A dark haired man in his late twenties is standing in the middle of the throne room, waiting for Timur. The diplomat stands in front of the Knight and bows.

“Leo!” He greets cheerfully. “How are you doing? And how is Arya?”

Leo Romana slightly smiles back. Usually, he has a strict and cold demeanor around others but in fact, he is a very caring pers