ZAVIA
The carriage slowly came to a halt as we arrived at our destination. I glanced out the carriage window and saw a royal castle. Just like our castle back at home, this one looked grand. Its main color scheme was of shades of blue and hints of gray accents.
The number of clouds in the slightly subsided, allowing the blue skies to show little of itself. “We’re here now, Zavia.” Mother informed.
The royal coach opened the carriage door for us and we slowly stepped outside. The cool breeze immediately greeted us. “Well, that was a long ride, wasn’t it? Almost an hour.” Mother commented then took a look of the castle in front of us.
“What a majestic castle.” She praised then started walking forward. I just followed after her. Mother was fond of beautiful exteriors and grand infrastru
