The arrival of the Crown Prince of Altania was announced with great fanfare. The man now had a smile on his face as he had avoided keeping his side of the bargain.
He was awed by the timing of their prince. He always was there when his people needed him. Their prince was a true hero.
Prince Aelius Kaiser, a striking figure, sat proudly on a majestic white horse. His royal ceremonial robes, embroidered with golden threads and adorned with precious gemstones, shimmered in the afternoon sun.
His golden hair pressed under the gold crown fluttered in the wind and his blue eyes echoed the clear sky, twinkling with delight.
Jessamyn noticed some young women of Ayberia swooning for the Crown Prince of Altania. Jessamyn thought about how vain the heart of some women was.
Surrounding them was a retinue of attendants and guards, all clad in matching uniforms, exuding an aura of opulence and authority.
