Cradling In Tender

As the sleek black car glided to a halt on the palace grounds, Christon's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment before he finally released it and pushed open the door. His eyes were fixed on the grand entrance of the palace, his expression a mix of urgency and determination.

Gloria, who had been watching him with a mixture of concern and disbelief, felt a knot form in her stomach as she saw him dash towards the palace without a second thought. The engine continued to purr softly

As Christon's figure disappeared into the grandeur of the palace, Gloria found herself alone in the dimly lit courtyard, the soft glow of the moon casting eerie shadows around her. She glanced down at the car key dangling from the ignition, a sense of unease creeping over her.