We draw closer to the palace, the tall white structure grand and intimidating. I couldn't help but marvel at it like I have done with everything else. Unlike the North, where our palace was heavily guarded with a large wall, blocking the outside world from looking inside, this palace was very open; instead of walls, there were golden-brown bars that blended with the palm trees and green gardens surrounding the white square and dome-like structures.
The pristine brickwork our paws stepped on gradually started changing colour from the white streets to golden until we were before grand golden gates, and the gardens, long path and palace were beyond it. The gates were guarded, but it was completely open, and the scent of flowers and greenery, something I always associated with our very short summer, wafted back to me.