Gold and white banners decorated the entirety of the capital. Houses adorned with a festoon of flowers hung over their doors and from the windowsills; young boys and young ladies, were seen rushing through the streets. Some of them held a different colorful bouquet in their hands while the others were throwing a variety of dried petals scattered across the roadway as they shout;
"Long live Prince Audemar! Long live Prince Audemar!" the children cheered as they sang merrily, celebrating the twenty-third birthday of Prince Audemar Cirillo Sigfridr De'Loughrey. The third and orphaned prince.
The melodious sound of trumpets rang as the drum rolled, which caught every person's attention. They all turned their head towards the Sveindottir palace, and slowly, the gates of the palace opened, revealing Prince Audemar Cirillo. His chin-length platinum-blonde hair swayed magnanimously along with the wind.
