The carriage stopped right in front of the grand gate of Bathara's palace. The large iron door creaked open as a guard pushed it with all his strength. It sounded even more deafening when the object nearly touched the end of the fence. It seemed that the gate had to be replaced as soon as possible before anything untoward happened.
Rows of horses turned into private carriages neighing and walking right across the main courtyard. The wheels began to twist and hit the neatly arranged rocks at the corner of the entrance to the large courtyard of the palace. Distracts multiple pairs of eyes to see.
As soon as her horse stopped, a woman descended gracefully, her smile expanding with a nose that continued to smell the longed Bathara air she missed. Then she pulled up her red clothes when she s
