The weather had cleared completely, as if the heavens themselves rejoiced in the newfound peace. The sky stretched above in an endless canvas of blue, unmarred by the storm that had loomed so ominously before. Sunlight streamed down in golden ribbons, casting a warm glow over the city below. The air smelled of freshly cut flowers and spiced treats, blending with the excited murmurs of the gathered crowd.
The market and the town center had transformed overnight. Banners of royal colors fluttered in the breeze, draped across stalls that overflowed with goods—fruit vendors boasting their ripest picks, merchants displaying embroidered fabrics shimmering under the sunlight, and bakers handing out fresh pastries to eager children. It almost seemed like a grand festival rather than a royal procession.
