The journey into Merovia carried with it a different kind of air from the moment the ship drew closer to the shores.
The wind itself seemed lighter, warmer and almost alive. Rosalind found herself standing at the edge of the vessel, watching the distant outline of the kingdom slowly sharpen into view with colours that seemed to spill into the horizon, vibrant rooftops, tall banners fluttering against the breeze and voices already faintly rising even from afar, as though the city never truly slept.
"It's even more beautiful," she whispered.
Beside her, the Queen stood composed yet visibly softened in a way she rarely allowed herself to show. "It is," she answered gently, and then turned her gaze to Rosalind as the ship finally aligned with the dock.
"Everything will become even more beautiful with its princess returning home"
