The glorious ivory-white palace stood before me, stretching wide to where it was hard to see, its navy spires piercing the skies.
According to Countess Friar's lesson, this palace was built by the first emperor, Alaric Louis von Farren to commemorate his beloved wife, Empress Roselian von Farren.
Its grandeur is a testament to the emperor's love, and from a single glance, you can tell that he loved her immensely.
Blondie escorted me to the main entrance where a certain black hair, red-eyed duke stood.
Archen stated plainly, his arms full from holding books. "Follow me."
"Miss us?" Blondie teased, taking the books from Archen's arms.
"It's only been two days."
"But it felt like years..." Blondie whined like a dog.
He's not even trying to be polite anymore, huh.
"You jest."
The sun peeked through the stained glass window, creating a magnificent explosion of colors.
Our footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, along with some scholars' and officials'.
