Ilyon Tavert knew his main duty for the day.
The Son, Aeric of Starlight was in the Royal Institution now, but before he left, he had given Ilyon one specific task.
Click! Click!!
The courier's posture was impeccable, with a measured gait of someone trained in the art of perfect etiquette as he walked through the halls.
In his gloved hands were ten letters, each bearing the royal seal pressed into dark red wax. Ilyon's expression was stoic, his demeanor disciplined, showing pride in his duty.
As he approached the main gate, two Knightguards saluted, their spears clinking against the polished floor. Ilyon nodded curtly before stepping outside.
The doors were pushed open and before him on the stone perches were Messenger Hawks.
These large, predatory creatures possessing sleek feathers of black and gold were bred for both speed and endurance, capable of traveling vast distances while braving hostile skies.
