Erwin's face fell as he realized the truth in Agda's words. He knew that he was only a figurehead, with no real power or influence in the kingdom. But it still hurt to know that no one cared enough to greet him.
They approached the castle gates. Erwin straightened his back and put on a confident smile. "Well, I guess it's time to make my presence known." He said, stepping out of the carriage.
Agda followed him with her knightly proudness. As they entered the castle, Erwin's eyes widened in wonder at the opulence of the surroundings. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, and the floors were made of polished marble. The guests, dressed in their finest clothes, chatted and laughed, their voices echoing through the halls.
As Erwin and Agda stepped into the grand entrance hall of the Duke's mansion, the Duke himself immediately greeted them. He was a tall, imposing man, with a stern expression on his face.
