1138 Meeting of Royalty

Calidora adorned in a black dress stepped out of the carriage.

Her black heels made contact with the blood-covered ground before she took a deep inhale, viewing the castle, that was now going to be her home. A lot of unfriendly gazes were aimed at her, especially by the castle guards, but she didn't mind them.

"Such a welcoming party," She mused lightly.

All of them were on Evelyn's side, so naturally, they were not fond of Calidora.

"Welcome, Your Highness." Gelmar stepped forward, he was the one tasked with greeting.

But before he could say anything, Calidora walked past him—not forgetting to give her cloak to him with her chin held high. Eerily—the blood that was on the ground followed her, always wetting the next step she was going to take.

Seeing this, Gelmar clicked his tongue and quickly followed her from behind.

"I have been here before, but is there really no welcoming party for me?" Calidora mumbled.