A few days later, the promised day of the title awarding ceremony finally arrived.
As expected, Arthur, Eris, and Elizabeth had been invited to the so-called mighty castle of the Rivians that has held Valron together for the past five hundred years. A lot of people disliked the idea that a lowblood was receiving such a title, but Arthur was loving the fact that he had stepped on so many nobles in his first two months. Maybe the other commoners were cheering for him.
The horses then took a sharp halt and their carriage stopped abruptly in front of the castle's golden gates. It was bigger than he had imagined, the building towered high like a huge church. Outside, the walls were painted white with an entrance wide enough to take in thirty people at the same time and normal knights were stationed around the castle to make sure that no intruders stepped in.
