*Clip-Clop*
Two dozens of fully armoured royal guards forced marched to the carriage. They stood in two separate rows, with a rough 2 meters gap between them, creating a way for the extremely special guest that came all the way from the East- the powerful Kingdom of Nemphis.
The old 'coachman' stepped down from his driver's seat and respectfully opened the carriage door. A youth with otherworldly looks stepped out. His jet black coat and hair fluttered with the gentle breeze. His eyes, which was shades darker than everything he had on, scanned through the indomitable fortress.
The castle was smaller and its small grey colour caused it to look more dull compared to the Royal Palace of Nemphis. But when it came to fortifications, the castle would beat any other structures in the Confederation.