The Royal Academy
Was the matter really that grave this time?
I quickened my pace through the endless corridors of the palace.
When I finally reached the royal study, the two guards outside the carved wooden doors straightened instantly.
"His Majesty is waiting for you, Your Highness," one of them said, bowing respectfully.
I acknowledged him with a nod and pushed the doors open. The scent of old books and sandalwood greeted me immediately. The large study was dimly lit, illuminated only by golden lamps and the fire crackling in the fireplace. Shelves lined every wall, filled with ancient records and leather-bound books.
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