Jaden and Zaria walked towards the entrance of the imperial palace. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he looked around with curious eyes.
Soon, they turned towards a white hallway with portraits and paintings lining its walls.
He glanced at them and continued his steps in silence until a painting made him stop in his tracks.
He quickly turned toward the painting and walked closer to have a better look.
Zaria also stopped and turned towards him with a frown. "What's wrong?" She asked.
But he was too absorbed in the painting to answer her.
It was the painting of a dark silhouette sitting upon a jade throne with a sword in its hand. He frowned at the uncanny resemblance to the dark figure — his supposed shadow.
"Heh. You like this?" She asked with an amused smile.
He turned his head to her and questioned, "Do you know who painted this?"
She puffed her chest in pride, her smile widened as she answered, "I do."
"Who?"
