My footsteps echo along the halls as the two Guards follow silently behind me. One is the blonde from earlier, the other is a short man with red hair shaved short. Along the way many of the residents of the Palace recognize me as I make my way through the halls, bowing and whispering about how the rightful Queen has finally been found. My strides grow in confidence with their whispered support even when my memories fail me when trying to find my destination. Thankfully the Guards stay silent, allowing me to walk the halls at my own pace.
It takes a few twist and turns before I eventually I find myself standing in front of large oak doors with my family's crest etched into them. The doors are slightly ajar and as the Guards that have accompanied me move to open them, I hold out my hand
