Princess Arianna

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, casting a soft glow over the grand palace of King Darius. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine that lined the pathways leading to the palace gates. The kingdom had come alive with the sounds of servants beginning their daily duties and guards standing at attention. Birds flitted across the open courtyard, their songs mingling with the distant murmur of the bustling marketplace beyond the palace walls.

A grand carriage, adorned with the emblem of a noble house, made its way toward the palace entrance. The golden wheels rolled smoothly over the stone-paved path, drawn by four pristine white stallions. The sight of such an opulent arrival sent a ripple of excitement through the palace staff. The slaves and servants instinctively halted their tasks and bowed their heads in deference as the carriage came to a halt.