The grand gates of the royal palace came into view as Amelia returned from University.
For some reason, she felt like a heavy, sadistic aura looked over the place.
Even her driver, Uncle Harrison, had been looking at her from the rearview mirror as if he knew something was about to happen, but when she asked him who he was, he went silent.
Amelia bit her lips, taking a deep breath, ready to face whatever. She looked out of the window at the setting sun, which captured her gaze for some time before she remembered once hearing a mother telling her son that one shouldn't look at the setting sun but the rising sun.
It was a hoax, obviously, but for once she wanted to believe it.
The car stopped before the staircase of the doors of the royal palace, and Amelia stepped out.
She immediately felt the looming, dangerous aura thick enough to be cut with a knife.
Her gaze shifted to the last stair near the door, and there he was, King Cyrus Valentino.
