The morning sun draped Valentine territory in a gentle gold, its warmth nudging away the last traces of night's quiet beauty. Luca ran at a steady pace through the peaceful streets, each breath filling his lungs with crisp air as his footsteps tapped lightly against the cobblestone.
Her Majesty had already departed before dawn.
Honestly, it was already beyond belief that Celestia—the Empress—had stayed even a single night. The thought made him almost laugh, a faint exhale leaving his chest as he shook his head.
She really is unpredictable…
Residents along the way paused in their early routines — shopkeepers sweeping storefronts, children dragging sleepy feet after their parents, young guards on patrol — all offering polite bows or warm smiles.
"Good morning, Lord Valentine!"
"Have a fulfilling day, Young Lord!"
He returned each greeting with a nod or a small wave, a genuine smile tugging at his lips.
