The carriage bearing Naasir's family rumbled along the winding road that led from their home in Girifalco to the bustling city of Palermo. It was a modest yet sturdy carriage, its wooden frame painted a deep chestnut brown and its wheels reinforced for the journey.
Inside the carriage, Naasir's parents sat side by side, their expressions a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. His mother, dressed in a traditional Muslim headscarf, held his younger sister close, whispering soothing words to keep her calm during the trip.
The journey was a blend of emotions for the family. On one hand, they were filled with pride and joy over Naasir's remarkable achievement in saving the king's life during the recent conflict. On the other hand, leaving their familiar surroundings and venturing into the heart of the kingdom's capital city was a daunting prospect.
