"Let's go," Riz said.
Stepping out of the palace, the trio found the awaiting carriage. Riz, Theodora, and Charlotte embarked, settling into its plush interior. With a signal, the horses set the carriage in motion.
The carriage moved at a steady pace.
The clip-clop of hooves creating a rhythmic soundtrack that filled the silence inside the carriage.
As they descended from Noble Hill, the cityscape unfolded before them.
Every corner of the city seemed to be draped in a sea of crimson red.
From street to windows and balconies have been touched by the brush of festivity. The fluttering flags, adorned in shades of deep red.
The streets were alive with people. Their faces adorned with smiles and their eyes shining with anticipation.
A week earlier, the long-awaited announcement had spread like wildfire.
