As Xavier roamed the outskirts of the unknown kingdom, blending effortlessly with the shadows that danced across the land, whispers reached his keen ears. Rumors had spread like wildfire among travelers and traders passing through the borderlands—a neighboring kingdom was preparing for a grand festival unlike any seen in years.
Intrigued by the news, Xavier slipped silently through the dense forest that bordered from entering the kingdom. His red eyes glinted with curiosity as he navigated the underbrush, his steps light and soundless, leaving no trace of his passage.
The kingdom in question was known for its lush vineyards and sprawling meadows, where laughter mingled with the sweet scent of ripe fruit and the melodies of minstrels filled the air. Tales spoke of extravagant feasts, tournaments of skill and bravery, and evenings filled with dancing under the stars.
As he neared the kingdom's borders, Xavier found himself drawn to the bustling village at its heart. Tents and banners adorned with colorful sigils fluttered in the breeze, marking the arrival of merchants and entertainers from distant lands. The streets bustled with anticipation, a palpable energy that fueled the preparations for the upcoming festivities.
Finding a secluded vantage point atop a moss-covered stone wall, Xavier observed with keen interest. He watched as villagers and nobles alike gathered in the central square, their faces alight with joy and excitement. Musicians tuned their instruments, jugglers practiced their tricks, and artisans displayed their finest wares in hopes of catching the eye of the revelers.
Xavier spotted children chasing each other through fields adorned with flowers, their laughter a joyous melody that echoed through the kingdom. Merchants haggled over goods in lively markets, while knights in shining armor prepared for jousting tournaments that would test their valor and skill.
As dusk settled over the kingdom, torches were lit, casting a warm glow over the gathering crowds. The air was alive with the aroma of roasted meats and freshly baked bread, mingling with the sweet perfume of flowers woven into garlands adorning the streets.
Amidst the festivities, Xavier's gaze was drawn to a figure moving gracefully through the crowd—a princess, adorned in a gown of azure silk that shimmered in the sunlight. Her brunette long hair cascaded down her back in waves, catching the light like spun gold, and her laughter rang out like silver bells.
Xavier watched her, captivated by her beauty and grace. He had seen many noblewomen in his travels, but there was something about her—something that stirred a long-forgotten ache within him, a yearning for a life that had once been his.
But duty called, and Xavier knew he could not linger. With a final glance at the vibrant scene below, he melted back into the shadows, leaving the kingdom of revelry behind. His mission awaited him, and the shadows whispered secrets that only he could hear.
As he vanished into the portal, the echoes of laughter and music faded into the distance, leaving behind a kingdom enraptured by the magic of its own celebration—a celebration that Xavier, shadowed by duty and loyalty, could only observe from afar. He might speak about this to the King himself.