The day of the boutique opening.
Azriel and I carefully fostered our appearance to showcase a lovesick couple, matching our outfits from our clothes to even earrings.
The imperial carriage arrived swiftly.
As expected of a carriage from the imperial palace, its not something that can be compared to even Archen's.
The carriage was white and embellished in golden trimmings and engravings. On the door is a inconspicuous emblem of a sun being protected by two crossed swords–the symbol of the Farren imperial family.
Despite being a mere vehicle, it seemed to resemble its owner, dignified and regal.
Following the carriage was an entourage of knights clad in their Imperial uniforms, proudly sitting on their horses.
Azriel hurriedly opened the door and offered his hand.
Louie, being robbed of his job, looked dejected. His originally droopy eyes turned even more downward.
"Thank you."
I said, taking Azriel's hand and going up the carriage.
