Chapter 121
We finally arrived at the Royal Capital.
I asked Finn what it was called.
He said, "The Capital."
That was it.
No majestic title. No mythic flourish. Just The Capital.
It wasn't very original. But I guess when you're big enough to swallow every other city whole, you get to be lazy with names. Like a king who introduces himself as "Steve."
Still, lazy name aside, The Capital was rather absurd.
Compared to Lis, which flaunted merchant wealth like a drunken parade float with pockets, the Capital was every kind of grandeur stitched together by someone with too much money and zero restraint. Imagine an opera house mated with a cathedral, which then had a noisy, overachieving baby with a fortress. Now multiply that by ten and you've got the Capital. Toss in fountains with marble dragons spewing water into crystal basins. Add rainbow banners that glimmered like pride flags commissioned by demigods. Statues taller than Bran's ego.
