In the eastern part of the palace, inside Kira’s bedroom, Kira was quietly sitting. There was a huge white blank paper in front of her with ink on the side. As everything was set, she held the brush in her right hand and carefully started to write something on the paper.
It was already morning the next day, the sun was shining brightly on the outside. Birds were sweetly humming in the trees and the gentle breeze of the wind floated inside the room. Filling it with fresh air.
Bariston saw his lady was so focused on what she was writing. After they went back last night after the examination, Lady Kira had been so busy. She didn’t sleep the entire night.
Auntie Herma had already persuaded her to rest for the night but she would always reply that she didn’t have much time left. Auntie Herma
