The early afternoon sun bathed the courtyard of Valeidio Palace in a soft golden hue, but the scene was anything but serene.
Servants scurried back and forth, their hurried steps echoing off the stone walls as they prepared for Queen Elena's departure. Voices called out instructions amidst the rhythmic clatter of hooves and wheels as the royal carriage stood at the center of the commotion.
The palace guards, clad in gleaming silver armor accented with Valeidio's deep blue crest, maintained their vigilance, their disciplined movements a sharp contrast to the bustling chaos around them. Some stood by the gates, their hands resting firmly on the hilts of their swords, while others assisted the servants in loading the carriage.
Servants carried ornate trunks filled with Queen Elena's belongings, their faces red with exertion.
