“We’d need to take your phone in case you’re being tracked,” one of the guards informed Meret after they had walked for what felt like minutes to the supposed room Meret was supposed to stay in.

“Uhm… No. I’d just switch it off—”

“It’s the king’s orders,” the guard interrupted with a stern face, making Meret frown.

“It’s not like they would be able to penetrate the palace, but okay,” Meret said as she handed it over to the guard, reluctantly. He took it and ...