Literature
Where ever you are (sinbad reader) 5
The ride was long and tedious, but it was needed, for the company. Once we got to the city, the hustle and bustle was a familiar thing. Seeing everyone going on with their lives, going places, meeting people, falling for someone, or hurting them. Everyone had their own lives to live. Trying to look ahead, I began to see the palace.
"The palace." I mumbled, then felt pressure on my hand.
Looking at Sinbad, he kept looking out the window, but held my hand. Once we pass the gate, the carriage stops. Sinbad gets out first, and holds out his hand to me, helping me out. Once out, my gaze looked around, it was more magnificent up close.
"I wonde
