|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
‘Careful, milady’
‘Are we in hurry, are we not, Gillie?’
‘We are not. But I am excited to see the Queen in person!’
Mirrielle chuckled upon hearing those remarks from her handmaiden. I gritted my teeth when an organ throbbed inside my chest. Hearing Mirrielle’s soft chuckle somehow soothes the void within me. My forehead immediately creased, wondering why would I suddenly feel that?
I am currently on the second level of the Palace, hiding in one massive column as I gaze at Mirrielle across the hallway. She was already getting downstairs with her servant.
But my attention was suddenly directed to the presence behind me. It took me a while before I finally recognized who owns the footsteps. The man behind me is the only one I know that walks like a giant. I
