The courtyard gradually quieted as the women finished their tea. Servants guided them toward the waiting carriages, each carrying parcels of food, blankets, and necessities prepared for them.
Soft murmurs of gratitude drifted behind them.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Some bowed deeply, others hesitated before following.
Nero stretched lazily in my mind.
[Public approval moderately repaired.]
The last group reached the gates just as the sound of wheels echoed across the outer courtyard.
A carriage approached.
Gold trim gleamed in the late afternoon sun.
The royal carriage.
It stopped, and the door opened.
Lucien stepped out first, adjusting his coat before offering his hand inside.
Ophelia descended carefully.
She wore a layered pale gown embroidered with silver thread, new jewelry resting at her collarbone. Behind them, attendants began unloading boxes and bags.
[Host, they went shopping!!]
