Book 7: Chapter 3
“I’m so full…”
Falanya let her face relax, melting into happiness, taste buds satisfied, and grimacing in pain from her stretched stomach. The carriage gently swayed as it slowly made its way forward.
“You ate too much,” replied her guard, Nanaki, dryly.
“But it would have been rude if I didn’t indulge myself when they gave me such a fine welcome.” Falanya pouted.
Until just a short while ago, she had been enjoying the hospitality of Princess Lowellmina in the Imperial Palace in the capital. In addition to a lavish meal at the banquet, there had been musical and cultural performances. It was a display of Imperial excellence. Falanya had been ready to stand her ground in the Empire, but this almost threw her off her center.
“The Empire is incredible. I mean, look at all these people in this city.” Falanya looked out the carriage window to see people going about their day. The princess had previously visited Mealtars, a city in the middle of the continent, but it couldn’t compare to the energy here.
Trade united Mealtars, but the Imperial Capital of Grantsrale didn’t seem united under a single principle, other than complete madness.
But it has as much charm as Mealtars, strangely enough.
Something in the chaos spoke to her. Falanya could feel the city pulsing with energy.