We leave after locking the door through which we came in.
The Palace is still silent, as it's dinner time, and people must have left to eat in their lodgings. I can't imagine them using one of the big halls as if nothing happened. Maybe, one day they'll forget and return to live like normal. But not that soon.
We walk in the hallways with our hoods down so that we won't be treated like burglars the moment we're spotted. The dark clothes are suspicious, but Alexander has proof of his identity on him.
We get in through a side door, closing it behind our backs.
I walk to the middle of the hall and look around in a daze, tears filling my eyes out of nostalgia. I turn to my husband, to thank him for bringing him here, and I find him as touched as I am.
He's leaned on a pillar with a white face. His eyes are clouded and uneasy, suffering.
