***
The next day.
Calden Castle.
Lanercoast.
The sound of trumpets echoed throughout the city, all the city folk rejoicing in their best outfits full of bright and refreshing colors. Quentin was still fast asleep, the effects of last night's alcohol had affected his body enough to feel so tired.
"Quentin! Look at them, they've started to fill the city streets," said Arabelle.
The woman woke up earlier than Quentin, looking through the balcony of the room and pointing at the colorful city streets from the top of Calden Castle.
Today was a special day for Arabelle. Everyone had come to celebrate Arabelle's pregnancy, all waiting to see the woman who looked the most beautiful of them all.
"Good... give me five more minutes," Quentin muttered.
