Chapter 70. The Paradox of Immortality

CYRUS

Clad in a purple robe and golden chains around my neck, I walk into the entrance of a secluded section of the palace. The compound is significantly smaller than other compartments of the palace and gives off a gothic aura of an abandoned and haunted house. If not that it is almost noon, I bet no one would prefer to be here at night.

“Your Majesty, here are the keys,” Roma hollers from behind me. I turn, only to see her handing me a bunch of keys.

“How am I supposed to know which one is the right fit for the door?” I collect it from her.

“That was what I thought when you said you wanted to do this alone,” she replies, readjusting the collar of her white dress. Clad in a sleeveless cloth, her hair seems to have been freshly oiled while resting on her shoulders. Even her eyes have been lined and her brows carved. I can even smell her vanilla perfume from my position.

“Oh, you seem to have cleaned up well today, Roma.” I muse.

“What can I say? I