As the carriage rolled to a stop in front of the Summer Palace. The horses snorted and pawed at the ground, eager to be free of their burden.
A warm breeze drifted through the trees, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs. The palace stood majestically before them, its pale stone walls glowing under the afternoon sun, surrounded by lush gardens and towering trees.
Kaelix was the first to step out, almost leaping from the carriage as if the confined space had been suffocating him. His face was etched with irritation, his movements stiff with discomfort. It was clear he despised every moment spent in such close quarters with Eirik. The moment his boots hit the ground, he straightened his robe with a sharp tug, his eyes narrowing as he glanced back at the carriage.
