To Trade Rooms
Unlike Valeria, Luminae was bright and colorful, the town they passed was filled with people of different ages dressed in delicate clothing, their wide eyes watching the carriage in suspicion as they rode through the streets.
The fae palace stood visibly in a distance, its stone walls shimmering with a faint glow. Elegant spires spiraled toward the sky, their tips seeming to pierce the clouds. Ivy and delicate flowers wove up the walls, blooming with soft, iridescent hues. Intricate, leaf-shaped stained glass adorned the tall windows, casting colorful beams of light across the surrounding gardens.
After three days of being on the road, Sevastian was ready to be out of the carriage, sleep on a proper bed and eat good food. A sigh escaped his lips as the palace gates cracked open. From his peripheral view, he could see Rohan staring out the window his lips pressed in a thin line.