Noel PoV
The palace guest room was spacious and elegant. The floors were made of polished marble, the walls were covered in intricate tapestries, and the furniture was carved from dark, fragrant wood. A large window looked out onto a well watered garden, where a fountain sprayed water into the air, catching the sunlight like rain in a nice spring day back in my village.
But for all its luxury, the room felt like a cage. The sultan was still considering our request. He could be swayed to see reason. But there was a chance that he might see us as a threat and have us executed.
I sighed and laid down in the fancy bed. I missed home. I missed the simple life of a merchant. All of this political stuff was a headache. I wasn't cut out for it. But I had to see it through. For Vadim and Amelia. For Kuroriku. For the world.
I turned as the door opened. Amelia, Amaya, and Eumhun walked in.
Eumhun frowned. "Are you alright, Noel? You seem down."
