The first prince's journey commenced, his horse's hooves creating a rhythmic beat as they traveled along the winding paths. His guards and servants rode beside him, their presence a comforting reminder of his responsibility as a leader.
Days turned into nights, and the landscape transformed as they ventured further from the palace. The scenery shifted from lush forests to rolling hills and open plains. The first prince welcomed the change, finding solace in the beauty of the land he was tasked to protect.
As they reached the outskirts of Àwórì's kingdom, the first prince's anticipation grew. He looked over at his loyal guards and addressed them with a reassuring smile.
"We're nearing our destination. Let's make sure we're welcomed guests," he said, and his guards nodded in agreement.
The sun was beginning to set when they finally arrived at Àwórì's kingdom. The air was filled with the sounds of bustling activity as people went about their evening chores. The first prince's friend, who was responsible for overseeing the wares, greeted them with a warm embrace.
"It's been a while, my friend," the first prince said with genuine delight.
"Indeed it has," his friend replied, his eyes twinkling with camaraderie. "Welcome to Àwórì's kingdom."
After a hearty meal and a night's rest, the first prince and his companions joined the locals in their daily tasks. It was a way for him to connect with the people, to understand their struggles and aspirations.
During their time in Àwórì's kingdom, the first prince learned about the valuable trade that occurred near the sea with white Britain traders. He marveled at the exchange of goods and the opportunity for his kingdom to flourish through commerce.
On a clear evening, as the moon bathed the land in its gentle glow, the first prince sat by a campfire with his guards. They exchanged stories