Ernacht, the majestic unicorn, spoke with playful banter as Isla dismounted him in front of the palace door. "You know, Your Majesty, I even requested a craftsman to create a special saddle for me to use."
Isla raised her eyebrows, displaying a half-smile. Intrigued, she still apologized, concerned she might have offended him. "Please forgive me for ordering you around like this, General Croix. I hope you're not upset about becoming a steed for others."
Ernacht, wise and light-hearted, responded, "Not at all, my lady. It's been fun and an honor to serve in a new way."
Ernacht and Isla strolled side by side into the grand palace, the gentle afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the surroundings. They chatted along until something stopped Isla from continuing her words.
Her gaze fell upon Sebastian, conversing with his men near the imposing staircase leading to the palace hall. As she paused, Ernacht, ever perceptive, halted beside her.
