Chapter 44. Drunken Master

NABU

The Forestland, although once perceived as redundant by myself, has begun to prove me wrong. In truth, I wasn’t taken around the land the first time I came, so I had no other option but to conclude from the little I saw.

The Ivory Hall was the only building I saw then as it stands elegantly as the very first structure one meets on entering Forestland. However, today I’m being taken on a tour of the city as one of the rituals for new royalty, and what I behold leaves my jaw dropped.

Sitting on a raven stallion, I am clad in a gold-colored silk sleeveless gown, my hair oiled, curled, and brushed, resting gracefully on my shoulders with a tiny golden coronet resting on the crown of my head. On my wrists and around my neck are chains and jewelry made of precious stones and gold, and if not for the clouds had come to feast today, I would have been shining brighter under the sun’s beams.

Tailing me are female warriors in twos, all clad in crafty white armors a