Arthur and his companions, accompanied by a guide, rode into the beautiful capital of Leban, their horses moving gracefully through the bustling streets. The city was renowned for its stunning architecture, with tall spires that seemed to reach for the heavens and intricately designed buildings adorned with colorful banners.
Merchants called out to passersby, enticing them to sample their wares—spices from distant lands, textiles woven with care, and trinkets glimmering in the muted light of the overcast sky. The atmosphere was alive with the sounds of commerce and the laughter of children playing nearby.
As they entered the palace grounds, Arthur felt a sense of familiarity wash over him—Leban was a kingdom he had long respected and cherished. The grand structure loomed before them, a testament to the craftsmanship of its builders. The palace, with its marble columns and expansive gardens, was a sight.
Dismounting from their horses, Arthur and his companions were greeted by the king's advisor, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and wise, piercing eyes. He wore rich robes that reflected the culture and history of Leban. "Your Majesty, it is a true honor to see you again. I trust your journey was pleasant?"
Arthur smiled, returning the greeting. "Indeed, it was. The beauty of your kingdom never fails to impress me."
The advisor gestured for Arthur and his companions to follow him. "Allow me to show you the splendor of our capital. I believe you will find it even more enchanting up close."
As they walked through the palace gardens, the vibrant blooms and lush greenery surrounded them, each flower more vivid than the last. The sweet scent of blossoms filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of freshly turned soil.
The advisor engaged Arthur in light conversation, weaving tales of Leban's rich history and its people's resilience.
"I must admit," the advisor began, "I was quite surprised to hear of your wedding. Congratulations are in order! However, I find it curious that you did not take the opportunity to invite other kings to strengthen your relationships during such a momentous occasion."
Arthur chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah, I was simply too excited to think of politics! Leslie and I were wrapped up in our joy. I suppose inviting others didn't make it to my list of priorities."
The advisor laughed, the sound rich and warm. "It is understandable, Your Majesty. After all, love can make one forget the world around them. However, your marriage could have been a splendid opportunity to forge new alliances."
"You have a point," Arthur admitted, his laughter fading into thoughtful consideration. "Next time, I shall be sure to remember that. It's important to remember that the bonds we form today can protect us tomorrow."
As they strolled further into the gardens, the advisor shared stories of Leban's past—tales of bravery in battle and the wisdom of its rulers.
Arthur listened intently, appreciating the depth of knowledge and camaraderie that filled their conversation. "Your people are fortunate to have such a dedicated advisor," he remarked, genuinely impressed.
The advisor smiled modestly. "It is my duty and honor to serve the king and the people of Leban. We have all faced challenges, especially with Syrac lurking in the shadows. Your assistance during those dark times will never be forgotten."
Arthur felt a wave of pride at the mention of his past actions. "It was my privilege to aid Leban when Syrac threatened its peace. The bond between our kingdoms is stronger for it."
As they walked, Arthur's mind wandered to the challenges ahead. The threat of the Nofims loomed large, and he knew that securing alliances was crucial. He shared his concerns with the advisor, who listened attentively. "We are all in this together, Your Majesty. Our enemies seek to divide us, but we can withstand any storm together."
With that thought, they arrived at the grand hall where King Manoor awaited them. The thirty-three-year-old king stood to greet Arthur, and his demeanor was welcoming and friendly. "Arthur! It is good to see you, my friend," Manoor said, his face lighting up with enthusiasm.