Instead of entering immediately, Thessian quietly guided the wheelchair along a stone path that climbed gently toward the western terrace overlooking the entire capital.
Liora looked at him curiously. "We're not going inside?"
"Not yet."
The climb was slow, giving the evening ample time to settle over the kingdom.
One by one, lanterns and lamps began appearing throughout the city below as household windows glowed warmly against the approaching dusk, thin trails of smoke curling upward from chimneys where families prepared supper while the distant ringing of evening bells drifted lazily across the rooftops.
When they finally reached the terrace, Thessian stopped beside the ancient stone balustrade that overlooked all of Lioreth.
