It had been too long since anyone had seen such a scene, and they never expected to see one so soon.
Three figures stepped out of the ornate red carriage, and in an instant, the hum of the city stilled. The rhythm of haggling merchants, clattering hooves, and murmuring gossip broke into silence. Every gaze and ear was one of curiosity.
There stood Prince Aramith, unmistakable even at a glance: the long black hair, the chilling glow of purple eyes, the noble posture carved from years of royalty, and rumors.
Beside him, Mozrael kept her gaze low, her soft steps almost ghostlike. Looking at her, one could know the kind of person she was: quiet, observant, and uncertain, but the people didn't fail to notice the necklace she wore. It was quite rare to see her in jewelry.
Today, she seemed...bold.
And then there was her, the girl in white.
"…Is that… Princess Lia?"
"No, it can't be. She walks too boldly… and her face… This girl is older, and has a more mature figure."
