SAVINA'S POV
I followed a fearless Nadia through the lit corridors of the women’s quarters, a part of the Palace I’d never been to nor heard of. Its bright colors made it stand out, as it was made of a decent combination of white and gold markings on the floors and walls.
“These girls never know when to stop,” she muttered when we finally reached her room.
I remained quiet on her bed as she paced her floors in search of a first-aid kit. My attention was lost in the painting of a star-lit sky that filled a good portion of her north wall. It was just one among many others that she had, and one thing was for sure - no servant could have such a collection.
“I see that you also have a thing for art, Your Majesty,” Nadia mused, finally returning with cotton and some cleansing liquid. Her gra
