Chapter 50

"The world in which we live is a very dangerous one, Stormie," Massa said, his voice filled with caution as we navigated through the bustling crowd.

 We were on our way to the palace, with Ruarc, Sia, and Cocci having gone ahead of us. I soon realized that the people surrounding us were Icelanders, which explained the curious and sometimes perplexed looks I received.

"It can't be that bad," I joked half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood.

However, Massa's sudden halt indicated that he wasn't amused. "This is not a joke, Crinka," he responded sternly. "Any slip-ups, and you'll be dead. Do you now understand why you always have to be on your guard?"

 I simply nodded in response, realizing the gravity of the situation. Massa resumed walking, leading the way. Eventually, we reached a set of iced gates, guarded by armed men.

 One of the burly guards approached us. "Welcome home, my prince," the guard greeted Massa respectfully. So