The sun bathed the streets of Rolannar in light, and throngs of people on both sides cheered fervently behind the City Guard Soldiers, sincerely calling out the name of His Majesty the King, offering blessings to the Holy Sun.
Musicians played lively and exhilarating tunes as drummers and horns intertwined, while decorated floats adorned with beautiful emblems symbolizing the Holy Sun and the Okrosia Family slowly passed by.
Petals lined the streets, paving the way for the magnificent carriage. At its center, in the luxurious carriage basking under the extravagant canopy and banners, sat the young and handsome King, appearing no more than twenty-something. Dressed in royal garments and crowned, he reclined with a dignified yet amiable smile, waving to the waves of people from the Holy Land City on both sides, responding to the cheers of his citizens.
Eight massive ceremonial horses with glossy coats trotted across the ground with a clear, rhythmic sound of hooves.
