Ariana POV
THREE WEEKS LATER
She'd watched videos and seen her grandfather's and uncle's pictures of Trenholm, but none of them did the kingdom justice. Surrounded by mountains, Trenholm combined Mediterranean Old World charm with some modern upgraded style. It seemed like a hidden gem in Europe.
Riding next to Dimitri and Irina in a golden horse-drawn carriage, she waved at the throngs of people that had come out to line the streets. She heard them shouting her name, and Sally's, and Bill's.
She heard a few people crying out, "No bloodsuckers," but she ignored them. It was going to take time to change hearts and minds after so many centuries of hostility and all the pain that Trenholm had endured. This visit was the first step.
