Chapter 51 - Altheria

Altheria was a city that wore its heritage like a crown—its streets were paved with the echoes of ancient traditions, and every wall, every building, seemed to hum with the promise of renewal. After our arrival through the grand archway, Alexander and I found ourselves immersed in the gentle rhythm of the city. The cool autumn air carried a delicate scent of honey and blossoms, and the sound of laughter and lively conversation filled the winding streets. Today, our pace was unhurried, for there were no formal duties—only the chance to explore Altheria at our leisure and to learn about the vibrant preparations for the upcoming honey festival.