The carriage rolled to a stop in front of the Grand Lyric Theatre.
Vivian peeked through the window and smiled. "Wow... look over there. It's beautiful."
Gabriel leaned closer, nodding. "It's one of the oldest theatres in the capital. Mother used to bring me here."
The theatre was a majestic structure—its towering arches and intricate carvings made it feel more like a cathedral than a stage. The grandeur reflected Varyndor's rich cultural legacy, its glowing lanterns casting warm light over the cobbled entrance.
Their carriage came to a gentle stop. The rider climbed down and opened the door with a bow. "We've arrived, Your Highness."
"Thank you," Gabriel said, stepping out first.
He reached for Vivian's hand and helped her down with practiced grace.
Then came Daemon, who hopped out and caught Gabriel trying to offer him a hand.
"Quit teasing. I'm not a lady."
Gabriel laughed. "Just thought you might need help for once."
