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The bite of early winter had only just begun to settle over the capital. The heavy snows were still weeks away, but the evening air already carried a sharp, refreshing chill. Thin webs of frost clung to the edges of the cobblestone streets, glittering faintly under the glow of the passing streetlamps.
Inside the royal carriage, however, it was entirely warm. Small, enchanted heating stones rested beneath the velvet seats, keeping the chill at bay, but Ilaria hardly noticed the comfort. She had the heavy window curtain pulled back just enough to peer outside, her eyes bright as she watched the city blur past.
The palace was grand, undeniably beautiful, and filled with every luxury imaginable. But it was also a fortress of stone, schedules, and watchful eyes. Being out here, listening to the rhythmic clatter of the horses' hooves and watching the breath of the townsfolk mist in the cold air felt like stepping out of a gilded cage and finally stretching her wings.
