Legacy of the Dark Sage
When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
No Means No
There were three living rooms in the Ylfaen Palace. The biggest one, located on the ground floor, at the end of the reception hall and behind the grand stairs. The second one was located on the palace's left-wing ground floor and was close to the open garden. Last, the living room on the first floor was smaller compared to the two, but it was enough because the room was exclusive only to the Royal Family members.
The entrance to the living room on the first floor was a big wooden double door. Two palace guards stood on each side, guarding the outside.
As soon as the two guards saw Euan and Haylee, they saluted and opened the door.
Behind the doors, just opposite the entrance, was a wall with floor-to-ceiling glass windows and twin glass doors at the middle that led to an outside veranda. Red with gold accent curtains was drawn to the side of each window, while a crimson, white soft curtain hung behind the closed glass doors.