Tribute to their past

Her skirt rustled with each determined step; her breath grew shallow with anticipation. The hallway stretched out before her, but the grand tapestries and ornate sconces blurred as she raced past until she reached the grand entrance of the palace. The large doors stood before her, a gateway to freedom and a reunion with her father.

"The King and the Crown Prince wish for your safe departure, My Lady," one of the royal guards announced, his voice laden with respect before opening the doors to Adela.

The moonlight spilled in through the entrance accompanied by a chilling northern breeze that kissed her cheeks. Though she had only caught glimpses of Destan, Adela had already grown tired of the capital and its confinements.

Her searching gaze landed upon a royal knight in resplendent golden armor standing beside the door of the King's familiar carriage. 

Father!