Damian sat with his eyes closed, his hands folded across his chest as the royal carriage rolled through the streets of Velmora.
Across from him, Lareth and William examined the black files they had brought along, occasionally exchanging quiet remarks as they reviewed the information concerning the upcoming council.
Elsa, however, had little interest in administrative reports. She sat beside the carriage window, gazing at the city illuminated by moonlight, her emerald eyes following the rows of buildings and the occasional group of pedestrians passing beneath the street lamps.
Unlike Gildreach Vault, where nearly every structure seemed designed to display its owner's wealth, Velmora possessed an understated charm that grew more apparent the longer she looked.
"This city is simple, and strangely, that's what makes it beautiful," Elsa muttered.
