The Royal Wish
We set out of the room, passing by the hallways. I noticed that everyone was exceptionally busy today, going about either hanging up decorations or transporting items. There were more guards than there were yesterday moving about, scanning the area.
The palace was exceptionally lively and something told me that this wasn’t a normal sight here.
“The Annual Yorul Feast has been a part of our tradition since the second king, Anon Yorul.”
As if noticing my confusion, the Gate Keeper decided to explain it to me.
“It always happens every year, although this year is special, as was the feast 90 years ago.”
‘90? What’s so special?’
“Oh? You don’t know? Well, since you didn’t know what the feast was about, you wouldn’t know what this is. The king, ascended the throne 90 years ago.”
‘N-Ninety!? He’s older than my dead grandmother.’
“Ohohoh, I wasn’t even alive back then. The blood of royals truly is something else.”