An Inquisition (1)
The sounds of the horses’ hooves echo through the silent road to the Ezealyran castle. Ezra is driving the carriage with Dmitri inside. The latter is quietly staring outside the carriage, silently reliving his past.
He still remembers the Capital of Ezealyra, Vinesgard. The streets were once filled with people and the cities bustled with life. Shops used to line up on the roads and every morning, fresh aroma of food hung in the air. Sounds of children laughing would fill the streets and people greeted each other with a smile. His father used to travel the city every morning with him in tow while their guards surrounded them.
People used to line up to see their Emperor in his royal garb, looking proud and happy. Emperor Nikolai used to look at his people with pride, feeling extremely happy for providing everything he could for them. From high up in the castle, he used to look over the people in his country. They were happy and bowed down to him, giving respect to their Emperor.