Julian woke up early in the morning and got dressed. Today was the day when the army of Ares kingdom would march off to fight a war against the neighbouring kingdom of Apollo.
He headed to the dining hall to have an early breakfast. The usual energy was replaced by a nervous atmosphere. Every noble and soldier's gaze were heavy with the anticipation of war.
Julian entered the dining hall and he bowed respectfully to his father, Alden and the other dukes who were gathered around the table.
"Be ready for war son," Alden said, his voice carrying the weight of both pride and caution. "Today, we march at dusk."
Julian straightened and nodded. "Understood, Father," he replied, feeling the gravity of his father's words.
Julian then spotted the familiar group of ladies, Sylvia, Elvina, Ellie, and Cecilia. They all were gathered at their table, exchanging quiet conversation over breakfast. With a charming smile, he approached them.
