[Thalryn Empire — Veyrhold House — Few Days Later]
The northern wind carried the scent of snow.
After days of travel across desert roads, stone passes, and the cold ridges that marked the border of Thalryn, the imperial carriage finally descended along the long silver road that led toward Veyrhold House.
The wheels of the imperial carriage slowed as it passed through the outer gates.
The guards of Thalryn had already been informed.
Rows of armored soldiers stood on both sides of the path, their cloaks marked with the sigil of Veyrhold—the silver hawk over the northern star. The moment the carriage entered the courtyard, every soldier lowered his head in respect.
Not only for the heir of the house but also for the Malika of Zahryssar.
The door of the carriage opened.
