The army had decided to set out at first light so Julian woke up early. He got ready quickly as he felt the sense of urgency. Stepping out of his tent, he saw soldiers packing up and preparing for the journey ahead, their faces focused and determined. Julian took a deep breath, gathering his own resolve as he joined them, ready to march towards the royal palace.
Finally, when the dusk approached, Julian and the Easvil army reached the grand gates of the royal capital. The tall, golden gates stood before them, decorated with the intricate symbol of the royal family: a fierce dragon, shining proudly in the setting sun.
The sight of it filled Julian with awe. It was the reminder of the power and legacy of the kingdom. Soldiers and citizens alike began to gather as they lined up near the walls to witness the army’s arrival.
As the gates swung open, a loud bell began to ring across the capital, its deep sound echoing through every street and alley. The city came alive with the sound which was the signal of arrival of the Easvil forces.
Julian felt a surge of pride and anticipation sensing the importance of the moment as they stepped forward into the capital.
As the citizens gathered along the streets, they bowed in unison, showing their respect to Duke Alden and his loyal army. Julian stepped out beside his father Alden, and the crowd’s whispers quickly filled the air.
Some spoke in admiration of the “Fierce Duke,” his presence as commanding as ever while others were captivated by Julian, murmuring about the “Charming Young Duke” and his striking aura.
Julian felt the weight of countless eyes on him, sensing both the awe and expectations of the people. His father’s steady gaze remained focused, but Julian noticed a hint of pride in Alden’s eyes as they both acknowledged the crowd before them.
As Alden and Julian stepped forward, a man dressed in royal armor adorned with the kingdom’s dragon symbol approached. He was followed by a group of soldiers. He stopped and bowed deeply.
“Your Grace, you have arrived,” he said respectfully.
Alden nodded. “Yes, George, we’re here.”
George straightened up, glancing between Alden and Julian. “Let’s proceed to the royal palace, Your Grace. His Majesty is awaiting your arrival.”
Alden gave a slight smile. “Lead the way, George.”
Alden and Julian followed George as he led them through the bustling streets of the inner royal capital where the grand royal palace loomed ahead. The architecture was stunning, with tall buildings and luxurious designs.
“How do you like the royal capital, young Duke?” George asked, a smile on his face.
“It’s magnificent,” Julian replied, his eyes wide with wonder.
George chuckled, leaning in closer as if to share a secret. “The royal capital is famous for its architecture, luxury, and…” he paused dramatically, then whispered, “women.”
Julian laughed and replied, “I have seen my fair share of beauty myself.”. His playful tone matched George’s teasing.
Alden chuckled heartily, observing the friendly banter between Julian and George. He appreciated the lighthearted moment. It was a refreshing change amidst the seriousness of the impending war.
As they walked through the bustling streets, Julian and George continued their lively conversation. Julian learned that George was the royal commander of the Ares army and also held the title of a count.
George shared stories of his experiences on the battlefield speaking about the bravery of the soldiers and the importance of strategy in war. Julian listened intently, intrigued by George’s insights and leadership.
This exchange made Julian realize the weight of responsibility that came with their titles which deepened his respect for the man beside him.
The bond between them seemed to grow stronger filling Julian with confidence as they approached the grand palace.
Alden nodded along, proud of Julian for engaging with such a distinguished figure, as they finally approached the grand entrance of the royal palace.
Julian was in awe as he looked at the royal palace. It was a massive and stunning building with tall white walls and grand towers that stretched into the sky.
The entire palace was shining with golden color under the setting sun which gave the entire structure an almost magical glow. Beautiful carvings covered the walls that showed scenes of ancient battles, victories, and legends.
In front of the palace was a huge fountain with water that sparkled. Colorful flowers lined the pathways leading to the entrance adding a lively touch to the grand surroundings.
For Julian, it was like stepping into a different world. One filled with history, elegance, and the power of the royal family.
As they walked closer, Julian noticed guards dressed in polished armor standing at attention along the pathway. They were holding a long spear with the royal family’s dragon emblem on it. The soldiers barely moved and their eyes were sharp and watchful which added to the sense of power and security around the palace.
When they reached the grand entrance, enormous doors opened slowly, revealing a hall that stretched far inside. The floors were made of smooth marble which reflected the light from the massive chandeliers hanging above.
Curtains framed the tall windows, and paintings that was hanged on the wall showed scenes of the kingdom’s victories and royal achievements.
Alden looked around, his gaze filled with appreciation as he took in the elegant surroundings. Turning to George, he said, “The royal palace is as beautiful as ever, George. It never fails to impress.”
George nodded with a hint of pride in his smile. “Thank you, Your Grace. The palace holds centuries of tradition and honor, we do our best to preserve it and keep it looking worthy of our kingdom’s history.”
His eyes sparkled as he continued, “But today, it’s even more splendid to have the presence of the esteemed Duke of Easvil and the young duke himself.”
George gestured down the corridor and said, “Let’s head to the Grand Hall. His Majesty and the other dukes await your arrival.” With a respectful nod, he turned to lead the way.
