The first morning of their return to the Royal Palace of Griven, Oriana was greeted by the crisp morning breeze, far from the warmth of Othinia or the milder weather of Abetha. The early spring air in the capital still held a hint of coldness from the remnants of winter, somewhat making her wonder what the weather was like in the Wimark Territory.
'I miss Grandpa,' Oriana could not help but think. 'It's been almost two months.'
As the representative of the kingdom during the alliance summit, Arlan was required to attend the morning royal court and relay the amended treaties and new agreements formed during the roundtable conference. Oriana found him in a rather serious albeit not foul mood, not a single sign of the playful and willful prince she got to witness during their journey to Othinia.
