Meanwhile, the First Princess had prepared herself and boarded a carriage to enter the capital city. What had once been colourful and lively was no longer like that. Now, looking at the capital was like looking at a shadow of the past.
Zanza was in mourning, and wherever the eye turned to look, banners were being flown with the Hellfryne sovereign sigil on it.
The hawkers and peddlers sold their goods, but there was not much life to their voices when they shouted for customers. There were grey cloths hung from the doorway of every shop and residence.
The death of the First Prince had struck hard. It had saddened the whole continent. Their pride and joy was gone.
Prince Halen had been such a promising young child, who was so generous, adorable, and talented, so how could they not feel sad?