Just as months passed in the Tulan village, months had also passed in Damon's kingdom, Askye.
But…there hasn't been much of a change.
Yes, Damon resumed his normal royal duties, but that unseen - though - felt heavy atmosphere of melancholy filled the air.
Sometimes people wondered if saying too much and saying too less could put them in trouble. But then, luckily no one's head was rolled off the scaffold.
But, today would be a slight change.
Everywhere…including the dungeons.
Deep beneath the palace, where light barely touched stone, Oren remained.
He was still chained with metals that bit into his wrists, though their cold bite had turned familiar.
He sat at the centre, with his head lolled backwards. His eyes were closed and it seemed as if he was sleeping but his senses were sharp awake.
But today…he could hear the sound. It seemed loud and it was vibrating.
Cymbals, drums, trumpets, songs.
Tch, celebration. The kingdom was celebrating.
