On reaching the galavant entrance of the Welerian palace, the silver-edged carriages pulled to a halt at the steps of the open castle doors.
The first person to step out was none other than the crowned prince, Prince Anthony, escorted by a pair of guards as he strode into the building without even a thought to look behind.
Sylteena followed after. With her head faced down and her hands held together to portray a submissive demeanor, she treaded carefully to the door as she watched the guards ignore her presence as she proceeded forward.
"Your Highness?"
Her shoulders stiffened to a voice at her side, forcing her gaze to meet the maid standing feet away from her.
With her brows knitted into a deep scowl, the maid gauged Sylteena from head to toe with her eyes leeching pure distaste.
