Inside the Royal Palace of the Vasuki Kingdom, the atmosphere was quite depressing.
A man who appeared to be in his early twenties was pacing back and forth. He was extraordinarily handsome, and his clothing was of the best quality, threaded with gold, silver, and precious stones. His heavy and sparkling ornaments were the symbol of his royalty.
This man was none other than the Emperor Consort of the Vasuki clan, the Sarparaja Tanay Vasuki.
However, at this moment, there was a deep frown on Tanay's forehead. He seemed anxious for some reason.
While walking, he turned towards the guards and the servants around him and ordered, "Go and look at the city entrance. Please check if their horse is arriving!"
"Be gone!"
The people hurriedly left.
Tanay muttered to himself, "Calm down; it's nothing. They will be back. They must be on their way. Yes, it's... it's nothing."