An awaited dream - I
~Aldsmoor, capital of Melenmore~
No letters.
No messagers.
No communication from either side.
That left me with absolutely nothing in my hands.
Swiftly Moving out of the house that was in shambles, I stood in the corner of the busy street right outside my door.
People were people. They were the same everywhere. Some laughed, some cried on their way, some were giggling on their way while the others were fighting. Some were just in a hurry to get somewhere.
Again, people were people and did not pay attention to anyone. They did not know.
Melenmore was a sinking country holding on to its last lifeboats. Anyone who paid a little bit of attention to detail would know about the fact. It was not like the king was trying to keep any of it hidden.