We were flying toward the city when we turned toward the island, not far away from us.
"It is our personal island. I believe you deserve to rest for a while before we head to the city," said Prime Syvar and looked at me. "Rest on a beautiful island, it isn't too bad," I replied, with a smile.
It is not a big island, but a beautiful one, filled with rivers, lakes, waterfalls, and sandy beaches.
Many of it is not natural, but it didn't matter. It looks damn beautiful. So, I agreed; it would be great for my mental state to rest in a place like this.
Thud!
We landed in front of a manor made of pure white stones. It's not huge, but more than big enough for three people.
"It's a beautiful manor you have, Prime Syvar," I praised. It is beautiful. It's clear that it was designed by someone who knows what he was doing.
"It was a gift from my first husband," she replied, with a gentle smile appearing on her face for a moment, before the pain appeared.
