It was almost dusk.
The plaza at the royal capital was bustling with so many people coming and going to establishments lined on both sides decorated with bright lanterns with signs still plastered on their doors facing the streets with the side turned 'open'.
Street lamps were already lit and glowing, accompanying the night sky filled with stars and a crescent moon peeking from the thin sheets of cloud, illuminating the whole place and giving off a dreamlike atmosphere where everything was covered in laughter, giggles, kind gestures, and polite talks.
Unlike the capitals of Avendelle where the main reason for such a lively atmosphere was due to trade and business, the royal capital of Leymar seemed like celebrating the night for whatever reason unknown to Amara.
She glanced at the second prince with a wondrous expression and asked, "Are they celebrating something tonight?"
