Eventually, Amara turned the wheel onto a narrow street lined with quaint, old-fashioned buildings. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated their intricate balconies, some adorned with flower pots that looked neglected but charming in their own way.
"This is the Artisan's Quarter," Amara said, gesturing to the buildings. "My mother used to bring me here when I was younger. She said it reminded her of simpler times, back when she wasn't a queen, just... Seraphina. She had visited Monteluna once when she was young and she had loved these places then, or so she would never stop telling me whenever she was in a good mood."
Rafael's gaze swept over the buildings, taking in the details. "It has character," he remarked, his voice quiet but genuine.
