A flying carriage descended through the air at a controlled speed, gracefully touching down onto the driveway. It was simple, yet elegant—donning a family crest on each door.
The crest depicted a mythological dragon with five claws, a sign of royalty. All those who saw it would instantly recognize the owner as the Pritchard house, the royal family who oversaw the entire continent.
As the carriage came to a stop, a young and handsome figure opened the door, descending the steps onto the ground below. He had blond hair and sharp intelligent eyes, yet they seemed dull in that moment, almost weary.
"Welcome back Prince Magnus." Two servants greeted him as he ascended the stairs to the palace, bowing deeply.
"Where is father?" he asked, lacking his usual lazy tone that he was known for. Instead, it seemed as if he was on edge, perhaps due to lack of sleep.
