"Welcome to the capital of Merovia… Merovia City."
They walked closely together through the bustling streets while the men followed behind them. Rosalind could not stop herself from glancing around despite the shawl wrapped over her head and the dark cloak hiding most of her appearance. Ever since they entered the kingdom, Merovia had completely blown her away. Rivers curved through the city beautifully with large bridges stretching above them while banners of wine red, green, and gold fluttered proudly in the breeze.
The capital felt alive.
People wandered through the streets laughing freely and speaking warmly to one another as though everyone belonged to the same family. Rosalind noticed quickly that shawls draped over the head were common here and the people spoke with accents similar to hers, carrying that same soft sing-song tone in their voices. Music drifted from corners of the streets while merchants sold food nearby and children chased each other happily along the roads.
