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she asked quietly. Kaiser stared across the yard where the echo of betrayal still lingered in the wind. “No,” he said. “It’s just beginning.” --- Back at the palace... A dull hum filled the royal suite, the sound of rain pattering softly against the high windows. Izora sat on the edge of the bed in silence. Her hands were clasped in her lap, nails biting into the soft flesh of her palms. Her robe was the color of rose ash, tied loosely at the waist, her bare feet brushing against the velvet rug.

_________________________________________________________________ Marianna had said that there were seventeen fiancées that Icarus had and in reality there was no trace of any information as such in the imperial palace, despite talking to so many of the maids all of them were either misinformed or refused to acknowledge the truth. Layla contemplated of what happened to those women while she was returning from the late meeting in the middle of the night when she saw the locked exuberant palace that Icarus had told her specifically not to enter, unlike other palaces it was illuminated with soft light of candles and was not glowing like any other wing but was immersed in darkness.

"If you're referring to a floating cloak and black smoke, then yes, I did." Nodding her head which made her hair sway, she told me to hurry as we almost ran inside the castle. Inside was a space. The floor was made out of white marble, the walls were white, and the ceiling had some kind of shredded curtains swaying from above. Every step we take, the tacks of it echo all over the place. I feel like I'm a very expensive hotel. "What are we doing here, Serena?" I timidly asked. We reached the space in front of a throne that is designed with thick vines that grow wide and in color of white.

the man, Charles said. He looked like a butler; so, that’s probably what he was. She then turned ot face us. “Follow close behind me,” she instructed. I nodded; she turned and started to walk into the palace. With a final look at Aiden, we followed closely behind her. I was in awe of how beautiful the interior of the place was. The floor was made from a white marble and there was the typical red carpet that went from the door and up the grand staircase. There were images all over the walls of former King’s and Queens and a large chandelier hanging overhead.

For reasons best known to Anna, she prefers taking trips within the capital in carriages. We ride through the streets of the capital until we arrive at the palace. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the palace, so I take my time drinking up the sight. I step out of the carriage and gracefully walk into the palace following the direction of the trickling of voices and music coming out of one of the buildings. One part of the palace is huge and sprawling, with a sparking, huge size swimming pool at the back that’s now calm and deep blue, reflecting the lights all around the back of the house which is where the party is happening.

“Isn’t it magnificent? Think of all the eligible gentlemen inside—earls, dukes, perhaps even foreign princes!” “And one crown prince,” their father added pointedly, his stern gaze fixed on Priscilla. “Remember why we are here.” Isabelle gazed up at the palace—an imposing monolith of white marble and vast windows that reflected the late afternoon sun like a thousand watching eyes. Towers ascended toward the heavens, and intricate stone carvings adorned every cornice and column. It was beautiful, yes, but beautiful in the way a bird of prey was beautiful— magnificent and terrifying in equal measure.

Velvet with traditional Ajenian patterns hung behind the throne. Everything in the throne room had exceeded Ishida and Rhina’s expectations by a significant margin. That is— everything except King Rexius.

She’d been hovering even more protectively since our fight, as if she expected Isaac to burst in and hurt my feelings again at any moment. “Hungry?” she asked instead. “Starving.” We made our way downstairs toward the dining room, but I paused halfway down the main staircase, surprised by the flurry of activity below. The palace was absolutely bustling—servants rushing back and forth, carrying flowers, linens, and trays of glassware. In the main hall, a team was setting up what looked like a small fountain, while another group was in the midst of arranging a very intricate and precarious ice sculpture on a pedestal.

I'm getting hot in what I'm wearing and I want to take a shower. We went up to the third floor and made our way down the long hallway there. The interior of the palace is very luxurious. Carpeted floors, thick drapes, and gold, and red interior colors. Strange equipment that I don't know what it's called. I also feel that we are walking too far just for my room. I just stopped when the woman stopped too. "This will be your room, Mr. Ales. On the other side is the king's room and next to it is Lord Stefano's room. Next to you is Lady Aphrodite's room." It explains and I look at each room he points to.

she mutters at the door, “sometimes things are handed to us not because we are special… but because we are expendable . Keep that in mind future Queen .” She’s gone before I can reply. I stare at the door for a moment longer than necessary, the smile slowly fading from my lips. But I straighten my crown even if it is only in my imagination for now and I walk out with my head held high. The palace is a wonder of architecture — ancient tapestries, vaulted ceilings, and corridors that echo with history. As we descend the main staircase, I see Prince George waiting near the garden entrance. His uncle stands beside him, along with a few royal advisors.