"You don't actually want to leave the Tower, do you?"
Golden curtains hung from the majestic dome, with transparent marble forming sixty-six steps. Every ten steps led to a platform, each floored with different jade stones, clear in tiers and flaunting luxury, using the simple colors of jade to highlight the grandeur of the palace. In the deepest, highest part of this colossal palace, rested a soft bed enclosed by layers of curtains.
Although the palace lacked any human figures, it never ceased to exude the authority of a thousand ministers kneeling upon entrance. When the breeze swept through the halls and lifted the curtains, the sunshine outside could illuminate two figures on the bed, entangled like black and white serpents.
The White Queen lay drowsy in the Black Witch's arms, and upon hearing this question, she shook her head subconsciously, "How could I... not want to..."
