Kapitel 489: His Orders

By late afternoon, the Crown Prince's carriage traversed the city roads, flanked by Arlan's knights stationed on all sides. The entire capital had transformed into a spectacle of celebration, adorned from every nook and cranny in honor of their Prince's wedding the next day.

Every onlooker recognized the distinctive flag bearing the crest that symbolized the Crown Prince. They bowed in unison, their cheers resonating through the air as they fervently blessed the Prince and Princess for their union. Commoners extended warm wishes for the wedding and a blissful future together.

Amidst the festive atmosphere and the resounding cheers, Oriana remained somber inside the carriage. Her eyes had not opened even once since the moment she departed Wildridge Manor. It was as if she were either oblivious to her surroundings or chose to deliberately disregard them, as though none of it held any significance for her.