"Save our kingdom!"
Naya amusingly pondered when those chants rang in her hearings. In what reason could they changed the topic from a 'breathless girl,' to 'save our kingdom,'?
Distances from her feet were The King and some executives stumbled their head upon the bare ground, their hands firmly plastered on the ground, the tension built up in them and the terrors felt in their voice could build a skyscraper of hopeless.
This drama made Naya's jaw let out and a vase lumps of frighten walked down in her throat, her mind could not comprehend anything, yet, she surged her vengeful eyes on the carriage as it changed it direction back towards her.