The commotion began as a distant rumble, swelling into a cacophony that reverberated through the palace walls. Both Callista and Faeralys dashed to the grand window set into the ornate doors of the atrium, their breaths held tight with anticipation.
The atrium, a vast and echoing chamber at the very front of the palace, offered an impeccable view of the sprawling grounds beyond. The great avenue leading to the palace gates was lined with towering oaks, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind as the procession approached.
"It must be the army.." Faeralys whispered..
"Do you think Her Imperial Majesty succeeded?" Callista asked, her tone betraying both hope and doubt.
They pressed their noses to the glass as the troops advanced in formation, boots striking a rhythm that could be felt even through the thick walls. The townsfolk had gathered in droves, their cheers and shouts creating a jubilant symphony.
