The grand carriage rumbled steadily along the cobblestone road, its wheels clattering in rhythm with the hoofbeats of the armoured men on horseback that escorted it. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the lush fields and dense forests surrounding the path to Eldoria, the capital of their county.
The soldiers, clad in gleaming silver armour, were vigilant, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger as they guided their horses with precision and discipline. Banners fluttered in the breeze, each bearing the crest of the branch house Maison Le Gor, a symbol of power and tradition that stretched back centuries.
Inside the carriage, the luxury was palpable. The walls were cushioned with ornate velvet upholstery, the golden threads woven into intricate patterns that reflected the wealth of its occupants.
