King Albert II stood atop the rolling hills of the Oakwood Manor, surveying the lush landscape. His ancestral estate his ancestors built years back which hosted countless royal hunts.
A figure approached from the distance, his stride purposeful. "Your Majesty, the guests has arrive," announced the Chancellor, Edgar Beaumont.
" Very well, Beaumont." Albert said as he descended from the hill.
"Your Majesty," Beaumont bowed respectfully, "The Duke of Lancaster, Duke of Cornwall and Duke of Carleton, has arrived, as per your invitation."
Albert nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Excellent. Have they settled in comfortably?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. They are currently in the Oakwood manor, awaiting your pleasure so are the others."
Albert turned to face his chancellor, a thoughtful expression on his face. "And the stag population, Beaumont? Are the numbers holding steady?"
