It was a beautiful afternoon in Ivarion. King Tharyn rode at the front of the victorious procession with the royal banner above his head. Beside him were the royal princess, the Royal guards, and the Phoenix guards. The war was over and they had won.
"Hooray!" The people of Ivarion screamed, praising the Royal procession. "Long live the King! Long live Ivarion!"
They threw Flowers at them, waved ribbons and scarves. Children ran beside the horses, laughing and calling out names of soldiers they admired. The whole kingdom was alive with joy. They were free and safe again.
Princess Nyella rode just behind the king. She had never seen the city so alive. Her face glowed as she took in the cheers, the happy tears of her people, and the praises they gave. It was overwhelming and beautiful. But then her eyes caught something that made her smile even brighter.
