After all... I've come to this place.
As she reentered the familiar yet unfamiliar grand ducal mansion, Selicia was briefly dazed.
Everything was exactly the same as before.
The courtyard bustled with people coming and going, with nobles, ministers, and local officials arriving to report on their work, entering the main building. They were curious about the beautiful Selicia but didn't ask further questions... The cold air of Winter helped everyone remain calm.
Selicia was then led by a Hand of Winter, along with a wizard cloaked in a heavy robe made of dragonwell tea, through a narrow door on the side.
It was a tight corridor, barely allowing two people to walk side by side. On both sides were metal reliefs depicting scenes of war – constructed for unexpected situations, specially designed to defend against external enemies.