109 - Daphne POV
Thanks to Evelyn's constant, constant convincing, we're in the capital to view an art gallery the queen has organized in my name. It's been open for some time now; it'll be interesting to see it with my own eyes.
Yes, Queen now. The previous queen passed away, and the crown prince — now king — took the throne.
Also... I may have gotten too used to our tiny town, because this place smells like hell.
There's horse dung everywhere, and I suspect not all of it is from horses.
I shudder, disgusted. Gross.
The streets are packed, too, bodies pressing close, loud voices rising into a constant, grating hum. The stench, the grime, the pickpockets eyeing every passing coin purse—capital life. Evelyn tightens her arm around mine, and I adjust our pace, instinctively shielding her with my body as we weave through the crowd.
