Lucien took a slow breath, steadying himself as he stepped onto Avalorian soil. The strange sinking feeling in his chest remained, but he pushed it aside. It was likely just his nerves. This was the second leg of their royal tour, the first time he would be away from Veridia for an extended period. It was natural to feel apprehensive. He decided not to dwell on it.
The moment they descended the steps of the jet, they were met with a grand display of Avalorian elegance. The dignitaries stood in a polished formation, dressed in Avaloria's signature white and gold. The military presence was distinct, with soldiers standing at attention, their uniforms crisp and their expressions stoic. Beyond them, the citizens who had gathered waved Avalorian banners, their cheers filling the air.
