The carriage waited in the main courtyard, ready to depart for the city. The horses snorted calmly, and the late morning sun glinted off the golden fittings.
Max leaned against one side, arms crossed, while Moonlight bounced around him in small hops, clearly impatient.
Don was finishing up securing a few trunks in the back, checking every detail with impeccable precision.
"Are we going yet?" Moon asked, crossing her arms.
Max raised an eyebrow.
"Relax, the sandwiches aren't going anywhere."
Moon looked at him seriously.
"That's never guaranteed. If anything, I'll make them disappear."
Max let out a laugh.
Then, the sound of soft footsteps caught his attention.
Max looked up—and froze.
Elanor was walking toward them.
A white dress… as usual. But this time, different. More elegant. More radiant. The fabric shimmered subtly in the light. Her hair was tied up, held in place by her golden tiara. A delicate belt of the same color accentuated her figure with natural grace.
