Slowly, the carriage rolled to a stop as they arrived at their destination, and one by one, the ladies began to disembark elegantly. Rosalind stepped down, and the smell of fresh air, along with a faint sense of freedom from the palace hit her at once.
Her gaze moved around slowly as she took in the surroundings. The streets were noticeably cleaner, and there was a calmness in the atmosphere that made it clear this place was reserved for people of status. Well-dressed nobles walked by, their appearance refined and composed, blending seamlessly into the environment.
As she continued to observe, Rosalind began to notice the guards. They were there, but not in ways that were obvious.
Her eyes caught one stationed behind a pillar, and it made her more alert. Security here was just as tight as within the palace, only less visible. Alaric did not take chances, and that realization caused a faint sense of unease to settle in her stomach.
