Home, of course, meant Salasia Palace. I had to keep my jaw from dropping as Olivier took me to his office within the palace’s walls. The walls were draped with gilding and artwork, the halls alone so huge that you could’ve fit a thousand people in them.
A few servants gave us strange looks, but for the most part, they were too well-trained to wonder why some girl wearing dirty Converse was following the prince to his office.
Olivier gestured at me to sit before sitting behind his desk. The room itself was almost cozy compared to the rest of the palace. The window behind Olivier had a view of the capital, the sky a beautiful, bright blue. The room itself smelled like leather and expensive things. I perched on the edge of my chair, afraid to touch anything.
“I have something to tell you,
