Chapter 25: New Servants II
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"Your carriage is ready, Your Highness," the butler said, bowing slightly.
Fenric gave a nod as Roman and Myria took position on either side of the door. He stepped in without fanfare, settling into the plush interior as the two knights mounted their spectral steeds to ride alongside.
As Fenric stepped out of the royal grounds, a strange sense of anticipation stirred in his chest.
This was his first time leaving the palace district—his first time truly outside.
He paused for a moment at the top of the steps, eyes sweeping across the grand gates that marked the boundary of royal territory. Beyond them, the city stretched out like a living tapestry: bustling streets, towering buildings, magic lanterns flickering in broad daylight, and voices—so many voices. A world he’d only glimpsed from balconies or behind thick curtains was now just a carriage ride away.
The butler stood beside the open carriage door, bowing low. The Duskhorn Chargers snorted, pawing at the ground, their violet eyes pulsing with restrained energy.
Fenric took a steady breath and stepped forward.
The moment the doors closed behind him, the driver gave a signal. With a sharp cry and a tug on the reins, the Chargers surged forward, pulling the carriage out through the gates and onto the main road. Magical runes beneath the wheels lit up, cushioning the ride over the stone-paved streets.
Fenric leaned back slightly, then turned to look out the window.