As soon as the port of Liban came into view in the distance, Cecilia rushed to wake Fiona and Robert, who were still sleeping in their respective rooms. Both of them looked guilty for waking up last and getting ready so quickly. As the ship slowly docked in the vast, hot port of Liban, the two of them stood behind Cecilia.
In Liban, the air was dry, and the scent of sand and spices stung their nostrils. Cecilia could tell that Fiona was having a hard time adjusting, just like her. However, showing discomfort in front of their host would be impolite. Therefore, even though sweat began to bead on Cecilia's forehead, she said nothing.
"Your Highness."
Cecilia heard Robert's call and turned to where he was looking. In the distance, rows of armed soldiers stood neatly beneath a golden-brown flag that fluttered stiffly in the desert breeze. And in their midst stood a young woman in elegant, golden robes with a small topaz-encrusted crown on her forehead.
