Chapter 21

Isolde climbed into the wagon, settling herself on the plush velvet seat. The interior was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of polished wood and aged leather. She glanced out the window, watching as the castle grounds receded into the distance. The journey to the docks was uneventful, the wagon rocking gently as it navigated the cobblestone streets. As the wagon came to a halt, Isolde stepped out into the bustling harbor. The salty sea breeze whipped at her hair and clothes, carrying the cries of gulls and the shouts of sailors. Before her, the grand ship loomed, its masts towering high into the overcast sky. Its hull was adorned with intricate carvings and gilded embellishments, a testament to the kingdom's wealth and power. Elias whistled ahead of her, "Now that is a royal ship."