As I looked out over the bustling streets of Pons Sulis once more, I could see the changes taking root. The people of the Kingdom had rallied behind us, their support unwavering. The nobility had united under our banner, and alliances had been forged to shape the realm's future. The air was charged with a sense of anticipation and hope, a feeling that hadn't graced these streets in far too long.
The first thing that struck me was the vibrant colors that now adorned the city. Banners bearing the emblems of our allies fluttered in the breeze, intertwining with the golden sigils of our own house. The once-gray walls of the city had been painted with murals depicting scenes of unity and victory. Artists had worked tirelessly, their brushes breathing life into these walls, turning them into a testament of our collective spirit. As I walked through the streets, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of children playing, their laughter echoing off the freshly painted walls.
