Chapter 280. PROMISES AND THE BEAUTY OF RIVER SOLE.

　　The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky, the blanket of stars stretched to infinity. 　　Danika kept true to her vow. As she led him around the palace of Mombana, she tried to hold a conversation with him. They talked about little little things while the night's air caressed their body, stars moving with them in the sky. 　　Her eyes were tuned to him. Anywhere that holds a bad remembrance for him will show in the way his jaw will clench and his eyes goes darker. So, she told him stories of her younger days to distract him; her adventures in the palace with Sally. 　　With time, he became very interested in her exciting, adventurous stories, his mind less attuned to his environment. Even as they passed the Cellar where her father likes making slaves work until their backs begin to peel off, he didn't pay much attention to it because he was engrossed in her stories. 　　It was beautiful. The walk is going great. The tightness in her chest disappeared, replaced wi