Argentvale, Silverose Kingdom.
A soft melody drifted through the town square, the gentle notes of a flute blending with the steady strum of a lute. A drummer kept a quiet beat, while a lyre's chords added a sweet, airy tune.
The music carried on the breeze, light and cheerful, setting the mood of the bustling square.
Shops and stalls lined the cobblestone streets, their awnings bright with color.
The smell of roasting meats and fresh bread mixed with the scent of herbs and spices, filled the air.
At the far end of the square, the king's palace loomed at the top of a hill, its tall silver spires catching the sun. The grand building watched over the town, a symbol of authority and power.
The common folk, dressed in simple clothes suited to their trades, filled the square.
