Chapter 20 - Ronée Palace (1/2)
Chapter 20 – Ronée Palace
The carriage headed to the white castle. In front of the humongous building were strictly vigilant knights, and they all bowed their heads without daring to face the wagon.
“I see you, Your Majesty.” They greeted Nabel one by one, but he paid no attention to their salutes. Nabel pulled the hood of his blue robe, revealing a bright blond hair.
Ronée’s eyes shifted to his hair. When the sunlight shone upon it, it seemed to shine brighter than the sun itself. Her gaze then moved from his hair and fell on the white gloves in his hands.
“Don’t you like this?” Nabel leaned slightly.
Ronée knew that her assumption of Nabel was true, as he did not even deny the title that was called to him. It was less realistic than it was surprising. What had happened in his childhood, when he was in the East as a slave?
Ah. Ronée’s thoughts quickly found the right answer.
The day she first met Nabel. The day she found Nabel in the wagon. It was a hundred days since the Western Empire became ruled by the Miltan Imperial.
They claimed that they have destroyed the people of the House of Iver, who were recognized for their blond hair and conjunctive quality. However, Nabel seemed to have survived.
“Nabel Iver.”
Nabel laughed at Ronée’s words. “In this palace, the only person who can call my name is you, sister,” he whispered low.
It was when Ronée silently shut her mouth. Was it rude?
Nabel laughed once again. “So, please call me more.”
Ronée opened her eyes wide. Nabel leaned over to her, a gentle smile forming on his lips. Their conversation seemed like a dream.
“I like the name my sister says.” He liked it as it reminded him of his sweet childhood memories.
Ronée blushed slightly. Very lightly.
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Kwaang!
Bell seemed to have regained a bit of its strength. By the time the wagon had arrived in the white castle, Bell nestled in Ronée’s arms.
The fox, which had been playing with a ball on Ronée’s lap, seemed surprised when the guards saluted at the wagon all at once.
“Shall we go?”