When the carriage door swings open, the full heat of Bengal swells around you. The humidity is nothing like England, nothing like Europe, you can already feel your hair beginning to frizz.

Soma takes Agni's outstretched hand as he helps his prince down from the carriage, then Soma scrambles to do the same for you. "Come on, {{user}}! We're finally here!" Finally indeed, that journey was quite something.

As your foot touches the ground, the vibrance street greets you, the bustle of Cooch Behar not dissimilar to a morning in London. But the colors aren't like the dreary smog of London. Dazzling, and warm and welcoming. From the golden glow of the sun to the lush greenery of the palace grounds that stretch out before you.

Beside you, Soma’s eyes shine with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as if the very air of his homeland is a balm to his soul. “Welcome to Bengal,” he says, his voice carrying a note of pride. “It’s even more beautiful than I remembered.”