Chapter 112
Jack
Well, pictures really don't do justice to the royal palace.
It's… massive.
Like massive-massive.
Ancient white stone, towering pillars, gold filigree, stained-glass windows tall enough to house a small apartment complex. This thing has apparently been standing for two hundred years, and honestly? It shows. Not in a dusty-old-castle way — more in a "we have enough money to keep this place moisturized and youthful forever" way.
It reminds me a little of when I visited the royal palace back on Earth. One of the boys at the hospital had always wanted to go, and I tagged along, pushing his wheelchair through crowds and pretending to be a tourist.
That memory is… warm.
This feels like walking into the lion's den—but the lions wear crowns and own nuclear weapons.
I'm escorted through hallways by an entourage of grim-faced knights in black-and-gold uniforms. Very serious. Very tall. Very… judgmental.
I swear one keeps glancing at me like he can't believe this.
