The Royal Palace of Docrem was one of the most amazing constructions on the whole continent. Many experts of many Kingdoms didn't stop praising the architecture and the impressive design of the Palace.
The stones and materials never degraded a bit from the many years it had been standing and the beauty of the shining designs never decreased in its beautiful light. It was said that the Temple of Light founder was the one that blessed the Castle so as to never grow old and fall apart. It became a fortress, the strongest and powerful of them all.
"Miriam," the man with a big smile said as he was nodding with suppressed delight his head, "you are the daughter of Johanna."
"Yes," Miriam said but she was a bit uncomfortable by the gaze of the man, he had requested an appointment with her from the day the group of refugees arrived a the capital. However, she had been so busy that she had no time to spare.