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Things were going wonderfully in Bucharest, so far. They shopped until the morning light was first making its appearance in the sky. The women decided they should head back before the hustle and bustle of the streets start and prepare for the upcoming coronation.
In the heart of the city was the main palace, which was astonishing and enchanting to look at it. It had a breathtaking blend of old-world architecture with a modern touch. Made of smooth black stone, accompanied by broad terraces, and sweeping glass balconies. The gates were carved black steel
The foyer was a vast, open space, bathed in soft light that shined through high windows. The floor was polished black marble, shot through with veins of shimmering red, almost like blood frozen mid-pulse.
