The road to Llorrian was long and uneven, the wheels of the carriages creaking as they rolled through thick patches of snow. By the time the party reached the village, the sun was already low, casting a pale light over the clustered wooden houses. Smoke rose steadily from the chimneys, and the air smelled faintly of pine and burning wood.
The chieftain and several elders were waiting near the entrance to the settlement. They bowed deeply as Fabio dismounted his horse, their expressions both respectful and wary. Giselle stepped down from the carriage, Lysara following close behind her.
"Your Majesty," the chieftain said, bowing once more. "It is a great honor to welcome you and your Queen to Llorrian. The village has awaited your visit eagerly."
Fabio gave a curt nod. "Rise. We will speak inside."
