{Third Person}
Very early the next morning, long before the sun fully rose above the Human Kingdom's capital, several luxurious carriages had already gathered outside the main parliamentary grounds.
Servants hurried back and forth, preparing luggage, checking supplies, and organizing the convoy that would soon depart for the Werewolf Kingdom.
Guards mounted their horses while officials confirmed travel arrangements one final time.
The atmosphere buzzed with excitement.
After all, invitations from the Werewolf royal family were not ordinary things.
Especially not invitations personally issued for the Alpha Prince's birthday banquet.
Near the front of the convoy, Anthony Caldwell stood, speaking with a few parliament officials, while Matilda remained nearby, supervising servants who were handling their belongings.
Though both husband and wife appeared calm on the surface, a certain tension lingered beneath their composure.
Particularly in Anthony.
