People stopped to stare as two limousines, accompanied by police cars in front and behind, drove past them. Each limousine had two flags mounted on its dashboard: one with the royal family's emblem and the other with the national flag. Those cars contained someone from the Myrian royal family. If anyone had to guess, their king was in one of them. The cars went all the way to the tarmac where a small private plane was waiting.
The car doors opened, and those watching from a distance saw the three Handhoff sisters get out of one car, while their men exited the other. Lucia smiled as a cold gust of wind whipped her hair into her face. She tucked it behind her ear and followed her sisters to the other car where the men were waiting.
"I hope you all have a safe flight," Gustav said to them.
"Thank you for having us," Michael responded as he took Lucia's hand in his.
