The mighty gates of Tronval Castle groaned as they slowly pulled open, allowing three elegant carriages to roll into the grand courtyard.
Standing at the top of the marble steps was Queen Davina, her chin held high with practiced grace and authority. A calm look of maturity rested upon her beautiful features, though satisfaction flickered quietly within her eyes.
The news of the second princess of Weathbrow arriving had come on short notice, yet Davina welcomed it gladly. A royal from such a powerful kingdom choosing to visit Tronval — and specifically requesting an audience with her — could only mean one thing.
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
It seemed Greyson had left quite the impression.
The first carriage finally came to a halt before the palace steps. A servant immediately hurried forward and pulled the door open.
Niaya stepped out gracefully.
