The royal carriage of the Elvenhallow Kingdom rolled into the grand courtyard of the Raventhornton Palace. Its logo, a majestic phoenix soaring above a crescent moon, gleamed under the soft glow of the palace lanterns. This emblem, representing the royal family's resilience and wisdom, was unmistakable. The guards at the palace gate straightened at the sight of it, their armor clinking softly as they moved into position.
"Welcome, Your Majesties," one of the senior guards greeted with a deep bow. His voice carried both respect and admiration. "We are honored by your presence. His Majesty, King Alaric of Raventhornton, has been eagerly anticipating your arrival and has summoned you both to his study. He wishes to catch up before the ball formally begins."
King Edward and Queen Eleanor exchanged a knowing smile, their friendship with King Alaric stretching back to their youth. "Very well," King replied warmly. "Lead the way."
"We'll leave you two to catch up"
