Beyond the great divide of the Kingdom of Weathbrow, a ship sailed steadily across the vast sea. Its hull was decorated in navy blue, while the flag of a sparrow—the symbol of the kingdom—fluttered proudly from the mast.
The waves rocked the ship gently as it moved through the water, though not everyone was able to endure the motion. A few sailors leaned over the side, gagging as they emptied whatever remained in their stomachs.
At the front of the ship stood the crown prince, his gaze fixed on the endless stretch of ocean before him. The cool wind swept through his hair as he remained deep in thought, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around him.
Not far behind him, Dydra climbed out from within the ship. Her red hair had been left loose, dancing gently in the sea breeze, while the beige dress she wore marked her as a noblewoman, just as Elite had instructed.
