She was no longer the second princess clinging to a broken identity.
She was here for something more.
Let them look.
She didn't flinch.
Nnenna's breath caught in her throat as her eyes swept across the space around her.
This wasn't just a terminal.
It was a statement of power.
The private terminal of the White Royal Family stretched out like a palace in itself, grand, precise, and without a single wasted detail.
Even though it was only the first checkpoint before reaching the main castle, it radiated an air of wealth and authority that made the royal palace back home feel modest in comparison.
The terminal was built from polished white stone, veined with glimmering silver that caught the sunlight and refracted it like diamonds.
Arched ceilings soared above them, held up by towering columns carved with ancient Prigrian symbols, each telling a silent story of triumph, legacy, and eternal vigilance.
