Chapter 15

Clifford was gaping in awe as he stepped into the castle halls. White marble pillars dawned on them upon stepping inside.

All laced with intricately designed crimson curtains interwoven with golden linings. A red carpet set on the middle of the floor to greet them.

People lined up from each side, some wearing those frilly medieval clothing, others dressed in just the same rags he was in. Yet all of them were murmuring, whispering to one another as they gave them condescending gazes.

He had to swallow hard to force the uncontrolled pumping in his chest, needing to remove the lump that had formed because of it.

The number of onlookers made him uncomfortable, as he was never good at being the center of attraction. But even with his heart racing, his mind remained collected, driving his legs to move on their own to follow the royal guards.

“Welcome to Salemhide, sir otherworlder. I am Brell Briskworn, ruler of this magnificent land. We have been awaiting your arrival.”

The king wore his b
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