The Little Palace— an oxymoron, the palace was in no way little— was quiet as you walked the halls, yet your thoughts had no peace as they wandered. An hour ago you were a soldier fighting in the First Army, now you were in fancy Grisha clothes walking the halls of a palace. As you walked, your eyes on the floor, you bumped into someone. You looked up to have your eyes meet those of Alina Starkov. The Sun Summoner.

“Oh! Apologies,” She spoke with a kind smile as she flattened out her kefta.