Belle couldn't keep her eyes away from the window of the moving carriage as she looked around the city of Bimmerville. Snowflakes made a gentle, swaying descent from the heavens, layering the ground in a soft, shimmering blanket of white, but the snow soon stopped falling after the sun began to slowly paint a hint of orange across the horizon.
She noticed how many of the houses were built the same, how workers were busy clearing the roads and the front porches. Unlike Nightbrook and Aragonia, this kingdom was a sight to behold, alive and bustling, with people going about their day and carriages steadily moving along the streets.
But while her eyes were turned to the view outside, she couldn't ignore the presence of her husband beside her.
