Dominic extended his hand to greet the Royal Guard, who returned it with a smile. But what Dominic noticed faster than the guards opening the carriage doors was the smell of magic.
They had not driven here from Witheton, they had come via portal, and had only arrived a few kilometres out, not long enough for the lingering magical residue to fade.
Probably not even past the Baronies.
"Your Highness, welcome to Wistover." Dominic began.
"Oh, Prince Wavemates, I love the horns. Is Fahad here? He didn't run away when the ladies showed up, did he?" Princess Poppy asked airily, utterly unconcerned with propriety.
"Of course not. Crown Prince Fahad is currently in the main salon, if you would like to surprise him with a visit."
"Wonderful. Are there rooms adjoining his? We can move my ladies in waiting there, if it's no trouble."
"The next villa over is available. Wistover Manor is set up to give privacy to our Royal and Noble guests." Dominic suggested.
