On a hill overlooking the rolling plains of southern Rwanda, time still breathes. The Royal Palace of Nyanza — once home to Rwanda’s last traditional kings — stands as a living bridge between the past and the present, between legend and legacy. Here, thatched roofs rise like crowns against the blue sky. The wind hums through banana groves, and the echoes of drums seem to linger in the air. This is not just a museum — it is the memory of a kingdom reborn.