The Silence That Guards a Queen
Inside those walls the truth was different. It was quieter and colder. The truth was also a lot forgiving.
In a secluded wing — warded, silent, and guarded more fiercely than any treasury — rested the private chambers of Queen Natty of Vellore, sister to Natasha.
Four guards were standing at the doorway. The armor they wore was really shiny it had been polished much that it reflected every little bit of light. They had planted their spears in the ground with precision like they had done it many times before. The guards faces were completely still their eyes fixed ahead. Nobody said a word. Four guards did not dare to move they just stood there hardly breathing.
