A few hours later, just as the sun began to dip below the distant ridges that framed the capital of Valerion, bathing the skies in deep golden hues and casting long shadows over the towering spires and intricate rooftops, the royal carriage bearing Lucas finally crossed the threshold of the outer palace gates. The guards standing watch, adorned in their signature crimson and black armor, snapped to attention the moment they spotted the carriage. Whispers followed its progress down the paved roads leading toward the inner sanctum of the palace, the clatter of hooves muffled by the velvet evening light and the quiet reverence in the air.
The moment the carriage came to a halt and the door opened, Lira surged forward from the waiting line of retainers, unable to contain the joy that had clearly been building inside her since morning. Her eyes shimmered with relief and unspoken excitement, her features practically glowing with happiness as she reached for him without hesitation.
