Dawn broke over Veridia City in soft lavender and rosebrush hues. The palace's high windows caught the earliest rays, painting our chambers with a gentle glow. Alexander stirred beneath the silken covers as I slipped quietly from the bed, careful not to wake him too abruptly. The night had been short—filled with the echoes of celebration and the excitement of this inspection. I dressed quickly in riding clothes: a forest-green tunic, sturdy leather breeches, and knee-high boots polished to a soft sheen. I braided my hair simply, securing it at the nape of my neck with a thin ribbon the color of Veridian fields.
Stepping into the anteroom, I found Marisella already awaiting, map rolled beneath her arm. "Good morning, Your Highness," she greeted softly. "Your carriage awaits in the courtyard. The morning air is crisp—just as Alexander likes it."
