A damp wind blew through the corridor lined with evenly spaced red pillars, making the sleeves and hem of Micah's brown robe flutter.
The cool breeze from the sea was usually welcome during this humid season, but today it carried too much moisture.
The sky above, seen from the corridor, looked heavy and gray, it felt like rain was coming soon.
He glanced at the red pillars that was painted to protect them from sea corrosion and thought it was about time they were repainted.
Soon, the maintenance department would probably send him the budget details and project plan.
Right on schedule, before the start of official duties, Micah knocked on the door of the office.
Usually, the Queen would already be inside, but there was no answer.
He looked toward the guard by the door with a questioning expression.
"The Queen hasn't arrived yet this morning," the guard said politely.
