The golden carriage rolled through the bustling streets, lined with people eagerly awaiting its arrival. They cheered, calling out the names of the princess, the Prince of Selvarys, and the king of Eldoria, honoring them for restoring peace to a kingdom once on the brink of chaos.
"They seem happy for your return," Lucian remarked, a mocking tone lingering in his voice.
He had never been welcomed as the "Prince of Selvarys," but rather as the god of war, shaped by years on the battlefield.
