The path leading to the main grand plaza was lit by glowing lanterns hanging along the arches. As Malva and I reached the center, I spotted the rest of our group waiting near the marble fountain.
Roan stood out first, leaning lazily against a pillar with a smug smile on his face.
He wore a dark green suit with a silver shirt and a grey vest that looked good with his pale skin and silver hair. A grey cloak hung loosely over his shoulders, swaying in the breeze. He looked every bit the arrogant elven prince he was, and he knew it.
Beside him stood his sister, Lyssaria, looking elegant in a green and gold dress that matched her soft eyes.
Next to them stood Princess Cordelia, holding herself with stiff, royal poise. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pinned up with silver pins, and her sharp green eyes scanned the crowd with natural authority.
She wore a dark blue silk dress with silver crests at the shoulders, a look that fit her proud, royal presence.
