The evening soon turned to twilight, casting a purplish tint over the fluffy clouds. Outside the magnificent Mansion of Sulkins, a light breeze rustled the leaves and carried the delicious aroma of the blossoming flowers that graced the expansive garden. It was a night of grand celebration, a night that had been eagerly anticipated by the inhabitants of the mansion.
Four elegant vehicles waiting to whisk their privileged passengers to the eagerly anticipated welcome party to which the Monarchs had invited them at the base of the mansion. The cars shone in the last of the afternoon light.
A powerful and wealthy man of distinction, the Lord of Sulkins waited in his opulent rooms, making adjustments with his bowtie carefully. His tuxedo was immaculate, his silver hair perfectly combed, and his elegant face exuded a sense of regal authority.
