8. Chelsea

Chelsea

I trailed behind Ms. Beth as we made our way into the grand palace. Once again, I found myself trapped in this infernal place. The multitude of sentinels, their watchful gazes, the array of armaments, and the pervasive trepidation. However, I made no complaints. Ms. Beth was a diligent employee. Her hands were bereft of any power to rescue me.

Inviting me inside, she flung open the door to the Princess's room. I mean, it was The Princess's room. And I was just a commoner. Ms. Beth had arrived for the sole purpose of fulfilling her professional obligations. I had nothing to do inside. Hence, I politely declined and chose to remain outside.

While she was inside, I took the opportunity to appreciate the exquisite design of the intricately carved stone walls, the opulent gold gilding, and the grandiose paintings adorning the vaulted roof and ceiling, which soared to great heights, culminating in a magnificent lamp chandelier suspended at its centre.

Lowering my gaze, I moved fo