“Where are we going?” Riela asked as Beatrice pulled her along the palace corridor and out toward the courtyard.

“Well, I want to buy a few things at the market,” Beatrice replied with a wide grin. “And since it’s our free day, we might as well enjoy it.”

As they made their way outside, Beatrice suddenly spotted someone familiar ahead.

Her face immediately brightened.

“Uncle!”

Arturo turned at the sound of her voice and walked toward them halfway, a faint smile already ...