With a final nod of acknowledgement, Audrey turned to take her leave. She promptly made her way out of the palace.
As she stepped out into the crisp northern air, she took a deep breath.
At the same time, the carriage, adorned with intricate golden trimmings and the royal crest of Bluerive Palace, rolled up to the main entrance of the palace. It was a carriage prepared by the palace for her daily commute.
The sound of hooves clattering on the cobblestone echoed through the courtyard as the horses came to a graceful stop.
The carriage driver, dressed in a finely tailored uniform, skillfully guided the horses to a halt.
Audrey immediately ascended the carriage steps, the golden carriage door creaking open to welcome her.
The plush velvet seats, adorned with intricate embroidery, beckoned her inside. She settled herself onto the seat, feeling the comfort of the soft cushions.
