Frederick and Corrado rode through the camp, their horses' hooves stirring up the dust of the makeshift city of soldiers. As they approached the royal tent, Hans and Anselm, the guards posted at the entrance, recognized the familiar figures.
Bowing with deference, Hans spoke, "COuntĀ Frederick, Marquis Corrado, His Majesty has been expecting you. Please, enter."
With a smooth and practiced motion, the guards opened the flaps of the royal tent, allowing Frederick and Corrado to proceed inside. The rich scent of incense greeted them as they stepped into the dimly lit space, where the king awaited their arrival. The atmosphere within the tent was hushed, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the camp outside.
