It rained yesterday evening, so the daytime weather was very good, with bright sunshine and clear skies, cooling things down quite a bit.
"Adrian, is that the Imperial Palace of Abyanabad?"
Adrian looked in the direction Sienna Johnson's hand pointed and saw the onion-shaped dome made of forty-five kilograms of gold. The symbol of the Abyanabad Imperial Palace is the "Golden Onion Head."
"Yes."
Sienna gazed at the palace from a distance. Its architectural style resembled that of a Mosque, with Royal Family soldiers guarding the entrance. In Abyanabad, the Royal Family held a high status, and portraits of the King and queen hung in every household.
"What a beautiful palace. Living inside must make one feel like a prince or princess in a fairy tale; it must be a very happy existence."
