Inside their familiar apartment, Riya Ironhart was baking a cake for a relaxing afternoon. She and her husband were tired after a demanding week of work and were finally enjoying a well-deserved day off.
Wiping her flour-dusted hands, she made her way toward the living room, humming sweetly, carrying two glasses of juice.
Johnson Ironhart was settled on the sofa before the TV, his eyes glued to his phone.
She slumped down beside him with a wry smile, snatching the phone from his hands before handing him a glass of cold juice.
"Stop working all the time. Today's our day off, just relax. We have to go back to work tomorrow anyway. You can work then."
Johnson let out a sigh and nodded.
Riya reached out to switch on the TV.
But nearly all the news channels, from the local ones to the international ones in the human continent, were obsessed with the same thing: the royals and the tomb.
Riya clicked her tongue in disapproval.
