The carriage, adorned with the emblem of the Hydra, glided slowly along the main road. Two sleek, white steeds trotted gracefully, undisturbed by the deafening cheers from the crowd, even without a driver.
On the carriage, a young and handsome nobleman waved to the throngs of commoners lining the street. His smile, to the women, was a soft and endearing charm that made their hearts flutter, while to the men, it was a rousing and trustworthy acknowledgment.
Wherever his gaze fell, the cheers grew louder, echoing throughout the city. As the melodious sound of the organ began, the once chaotic cheers gradually transformed into a harmonious chant, synchronized with the music.
This song, composed three years ago by a wandering bard who settled in Hydral territory, praised the young Hydral and had since become widely sung throughout the land. Newborns in Hydral have been lulled to sleep by this ballad for years.