"Thank you, Riri." Ira said as she stepped down from the scooter, handing back the helmet.

"Anytime, Your Highness. Just be careful." Ritika replied, flashing a mock salute.

Ira laughed softly. "I will. And you..stay out of trouble."

"Not promising." Ritika smirked, revving the scooter before driving off.

Ira shook her head, still smiling, then turned toward the gate.

The guard was already there, standing rigid as ever.

She offered him a small, polite smile, though her nerves made ...