The royal procession moved steadily through the narrow valley, the towering peaks of the mountains casting long shadows over the winding path. The early morning chill clung to the air, but as the carriages descended toward the foothills, the landscape began to change. The trees, untouched by snow, stood tall and green, forming a dense forest that seemed to stretch endlessly. The sound of flowing water echoed softly from nearby streams, adding a tranquil melody to the journey.
The horses slowed as the path widened, revealing an open space nestled at the edge of the forest. The lead guards raised their hands, signaling the party to halt. The carriages came to a gradual stop, the rhythmic clatter of hooves fading into the peaceful murmur of the woods.
“It’s just a short halt,” Andrew’s voic
