Days of preparation were placed to commence the celebration for the knights who had gone into battle for the last decade. The king made his best efforts, and the servants in the palace all worked together to make everything successful.
"Are you done now, Theron?" Tyron's loud voice was echoing through the hallway. He was standing at the end of the stairs, wearing a fine suit that draped on his shoulders elegantly. His hair was neatly combed and styled while a golden brooch pin was hanging at the side of his chest.
His whole outfit was made by their seamsters. He hoped to spread their business to more respected noble families this way.
"I'm here, Father." After a few minutes, Theron showed up. He was wearing a dashing suit in a shade of beige. It was an unusual color to wear, but he thought that it was the color that best fit him.
