A horse like snow carried the Messenger, racing through the reconstruction of Ampezel Port, stirring quite a commotion as it passed by the war memorial being constructed on the Holy White Square.
Flocks of white pigeons took flight above the square, and workers by the scaffolding couldn't help but turn their heads in surprise. By the fountain, monks in robes paused to watch, while the Messenger's sash, embroidered with New Moon emblems, glimmered faintly in the sunlight.
A Royal Family Messenger.
For the first time in half a month.
Something big had happened, leaving everyone troubled with doubts. But only those truly in the know understood what had occurred:
The person was awake.
The chaos of the port over the last half month finally came to an end.
...
"Really?" The Princess, involved in conversation with the lady official, turned her head in surprise. Her beautiful silver eyes showed unconcealable delight, "Wait, I want to see him."
