The next day, Riz's black carriage, adorned with intricate golden accents, awaited him outside the palace gates.
As he stepped inside, the carriage driver skillfully manoeuvred the horses, urging them forward with a gentle flick of the reins. The majestic horses, their glossy coats glistening in the morning sun, pulled the carriage into motion.
The city streets bustled with activity, as merchants set up their stalls, pedestrians hurried about their daily errands, and carriages weaved through the maze of bustling traffic.
Riz peered out the window, observing the vibrant tapestry of his capital city. The clatter of hooves filled the air as the carriage made its way through the bustling thoroughfares.
