The grand hall of the royal castle was resplendent, adorned with glittering chandeliers and rich tapestries that depicted the storied history of the Regaria Kingdom. The occasion was significant, drawing the elite from within the kingdom and esteemed representatives from neighboring countries. They had all gathered to deliver pleasantries to the queen and celebrate her little brother's birthday.
The air was abuzz with anticipation, the soft hum of conversations punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. As the attendees filtered in, the atmosphere was charged with the subtle tensions and alliances that defined the kingdom's politics.
"The Duke Blackthorn has arrived," a voice murmured, and heads turned to observe his entrance. Tall and imposing, Duke Blackthorn moved with a confidence born of power and lineage. His arrival was met with a respectful nod from the queen, who observed from her vantage point above the ballroom. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, missed nothing.
