Ara
Ara was not prepared for the ride to the docks. Hundreds of people came to the city’s main street to watch them pass, waving at the soldiers and throwing flowers at Prince Acheron. Ara watched the whole thing from inside the carriage, where she sat with an equally silent and awed Princess Lila and Rena.
“They love him,” Princess Lila said, her face glued towards the window. “Or pretend they do.”