A few black-coloured cars made their way towards the road in front of the yard of the large palace before which Zahra stood.
Behind her stood Yuden, his large black coat blown by the wind. His ash-blonde hair brushed against his skin as he looked at the young lady in front of him.
She shifted right and left, her eyes gleamed at every little detail, amazed by everything that seemed usual to him.
Perhaps she had forgotten but this was the place where he spent his childhood days. The few vague memories he remembered with her were here before departing for his kingdom once again after the war had come to an end.
Emera exited her car gracefully once the driver had opened the door for her. They watched Prince Yuden who seemed to be recalling the childhood memories he had experienced in this palace.