Lior stepped off the enclosed carriage and immediately inhaled a large breath of air. The salty tang of the ocean water and the strong smell of fish hung heavy around him. Various stores and stalls had their wares set out and those selling cooked food were walking around while offering free samples.
Lior had arrived in the port city, and the environment that greeted him was completely different from the Capital. It was finally the day that he was going to set out to sea on a trip to the Castellon Continent, or more specifically, the Tarragona Empire. A trip that had been delayed by two weeks.
"Sire," Edgar called out to him.
Lior turned to look at his page. All three princes had grown up with pages of their own but Lior was the only one who had kept his around. His brother Kyle had ran his off four years ago after pulling a horrendous prank on him, and his brother Nathaniel's had died from small pox seven years ago.
"Yes, Edgar?"
