A Statue
The royal entourage arrived at the Eastern Merchant Dukedom late in the afternoon, their carriages rolling to a smooth stop at the gates of the Duke's estate.
The sight of the grand mansion—a testament to the wealth and power of the eastern merchants—took Alora's breath away. Towering marble columns framed the entrance, and intricate carvings of mythical beasts adorned the golden gates.
A long line of the Duke's family, officials, and staff awaited her arrival, all bowing deeply as Alora stepped out of the carriage. She didn't see anyone shaking out of fear or an expression of disgust. It made her more at ease as it was something she craved from a young age.
The Duke Lenoir, a stout man with a neatly trimmed beard and a genial smile, greeted her with a low bow. "Your Highness," he began, his voice reverent yet warm, "welcome to our humble dukedom. It is an honor beyond measure to host you and your esteemed entourage."