The carriage was unlike anything else on the road. Its pure white exterior gleamed under the sunlight, adorned with golden embellishment.
The bypassers, who had been watching our quarrel with awe and amusement, now shifted their focus entirely.
"It's the Princess's carriage!"
"It's Her Royal Highness!"
I felt a sinking sensation in my stomach as I recognized the emblem emblazoned on the carriage door: the Ruvelion Royal crest.
You've got to be kidding me.
The carriage came to a smooth, inevitable halt. The coachman, with a slight turn of his body, spoke through the narrow window behind him. After a brief exchange, he fixed his gaze on the growing crowd around the vehicle. His eyes lingered for a moment, and then, with a resigned sigh, he disembarked from the carriage.
