Northern and his mother walked side by side, and the moment they descended from the ship, an entourage of guards was already waiting for them. A covered carriage sat at the ready, lifted by men positioned at all four corners.
Northern hesitated.
Internally, he felt a slight discomfort at the thought of being carried by other people. It wasn't as though Ryugan was some backwards nation stuck in an ancient era. How did they even still practice customs like this?
"It's formalities… don't overthink it." Eisha said to him with a knowing smile, as if she could see exactly what was churning in his head.
Northern sighed. "Okay, ma. You first."
He held out his hand to his mother like a gentleman and helped her climb in, then followed after her.
