Nora
"Welcome the Return of the King!"
"Welcome, Princess Cynthia!"
As our carriage rolled into Frostfall City, we were greeted with a torrent of warmth—applause, flowers, and cheers rained upon us. Faces leaned out from balconies; children perched on adult shoulders regarded us with wide-eyed curiosity. Along the road, soldiers maintained order, pushing back the eager crowd whenever they pressed too close.
"Stay back!" commanded the soldiers, and the crowd would momentarily oblige, only to surge forward again with renewed enthusiasm.
"Shouldn't you show your face and greet your people?" I asked, casting a sidelong glance at Clyde, who lay with his head comfortably in my lap, eyes closed. I envied his ability to rest so easily, while I, despite my own fatigue, served as his pillow.
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