The day began with a quiet, almost anticipatory hush among our entourage. In the grand hall of the palace, as the sun's early rays spilled softly across the polished marble floor, Lady Genevieve announced with a calm assurance, "Your Highnesses, there are just three cities left on this leg of our tour in Avaloria." Her words carried both promise and gravity—a reminder that our journey through this ancient, storied land was nearing its final chapters.
I exchanged a thoughtful glance with Alexander. In recent weeks, the tour had taken us through cities of culture, wisdom, and even mystery. We had seen the shimmering canals of Velmara, the reflective halls of Halcyon Reach, and the dark, haunting alleys of Duskfall. Each place had left its mark on me, both uplifting and burdening my heart with memories of hope and shadows of doubt. Yet, today, the promise of a new destination stirred something different in me—a sense of renewal that came only from venturing into the unknown.
