As the setting sun gradually made its descent behind the rolling foothills of Everton, the sky transformed into a breathtaking display of vibrant purples and rich, velvety shades of deep blue. From her position at the bed-chamber window, Faye observed with awe as the Pope's majestic carriage was elegantly brought forth to the grand entrance of the keep.
Meanwhile, delicate snowflakes continued their gentle descent, enveloping the landscape in a thick, pristine blanket of white. The air carried a crisp, wintry scent, and Faye couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquillity and wonder as she took in this enchanting scene.
In just a matter of moments, his distinguished Holy Eminence made his grand entrance. From the second floor, she watched as he gracefully boarded his carriage, while a faint murmur of voices reached her ears. These were the dedicated few spectators who, since the announcement of the plague, had steadfastly remained unwilling to depart.
