The carriage arrived at Patriargë in a matter of minutes. Samuel and Ephraim peered onto the glass of the carriage as they feast their eyes on the foreign country that is presented before them.
Towering edifices that spoke of cultural integrity and the sea breeze that welcomed its tourists was the forefront of the nation Ephraim and Samuel arrived into. The place was clean and was lively in the day from the people who wore clothing that were similar to that of Persian fabrics. The sea from the distance gleamed crystal-clear as the breeze welcomed Ephraim and Samuel, who stared in both awe and fascination to the spectacle before the two of them.
Vendors selling freights, large buildings that were meant for the rich, and galleons across the port—
"This is…" Both Ephraim and Samuel said in chorus.
"Patriargë!"
Lady Damian smiled as she covered her glossy lips slightly.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Ephraim and Samuel couldn't deny that fact.
