The sky was a shade mixed with orange, blue and brown. Christa looked up, admiring the view as her horse ran on the soft grass, before stopping after reaching the Glath kingdom, her home kingdom. The citizens were chattering among themselves, some had noticed her and bowed their heads, greeting her as always as they had since she was a child but with a different title.
“Good day, Queen of Hellever.”
A collective greeting by the people, making Christa hum to herself, waving her hands at them with an approving nod. She was too tired and equally worried to form a smile of any sort. Her horse continued to move forward, reaching the royal palace. The guards were positioned on the ground. She got down from the saddle of her horse. As she led her horse to the front of the palace, the silence wa
