Dayout
The dawn broke over the Eastern Duchy, casting a silvery glow across the landscape. Alaric awoke to a more than chilly morning, the crisp air seeping through the window. The celestial gaze attribute granted him an acute awareness of the environment, and he could feel the subtle movements of cosmic energy around him. It left him feeling disoriented upon awakening but there wasn't much he could do, and his mental fortress attribute seemed to remedy the more serious side effects of his eyes.
He rose from his bed, the covers falling in cascades around him. The day held promises of exploration and decision-making. Alaric dressed in practical attire suitable for traversing the city, the morning light catching the subtle glint of his watch – a piece that seemed out of place in the simplicity of his chosen ensemble.
Before leaving, Alaric approached his father's chambers, where the Duke was likely preparing for the day. The knock on the door was met with an affirmative response, and Alaric entered the room, finding the Duke reviewing documents at his desk.
"Good morning, Father," Alaric greeted, a calm demeanor masking the thoughts swirling within him.
"Morning, Alaric," the Duke acknowledged, glancing up from his work. "You seem ready for the day. Any plans?"
Alaric hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "I thought I'd take a stroll through the city, familiarize myself with the surroundings. Perhaps visit a few places of interest."
The Duke nodded, a subtle approval in his gaze. "A wise idea. Knowing the city and its people is crucial for a leader. But don't stay out too long. We have matters to discuss regarding your training."
This statement caught Alaric off guard. "Training, Father? I thought that was on hold for a while."
The Duke chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Sword training may be, but your education in cosmic energy begins today. Meet me at the training grounds after you've explored the city. There's much you need to learn, especially now."
Alaric concealed his surprise, nodding in agreement. "Of course, Father. I'll see you later then."
As Alaric left his father's chambers, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the Duke's decision than met the eye
Alaric strolled through the lively streets of Lysandria, the city waking up to the buzz of daily life. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, blending with the diverse scents of the market stalls. Vendors called out their wares, enticing passersby with colorful displays of fruits, fabrics, and trinkets.With each step, he observed the ebb and flow of life within the city, gaining an insight into the heartbeat of the Eastern Duchy. As he explored the various districts, Alaric made mental notes of potential hotspots for his envisioned establishments. The prospect of introducing entertainment venues to the city stirred a sense of anticipation within him. However, he remained discreet about his plans, mindful of the complexities within the Astreaus family.
As he navigated the crowded streets, Alaric couldn't help but be intrigued by the city's diverse inhabitants. Among the throngs of people, he noticed an elderly woman meticulously arranging an assortment of handcrafted jewelry. Curiosity piqued, he approached her stall.
"Good morning," Alaric greeted with a warm smile. "These pieces are exquisite. Did you create them yourself?"
The elderly woman beamed with pride, her weathered hands caressing the intricate designs. "Indeed, young sir. Each piece tells a story, a tale of craftsmanship passed down through generations."
Alaric admired the craftsmanship, engaging in a brief conversation about the artistry behind the jewelry. The woman shared anecdotes of her family's legacy, weaving a narrative that resonated with the rich history of the city.
Continuing his exploration, Alaric found himself drawn to a lively street performer. A skilled juggler effortlessly tossed colorful balls into the air, drawing a small crowd with each mesmerizing display. Alaric couldn't resist the urge to join the spectators, appreciating the performer's dexterity and showmanship.
As the sun climbed higher, Alaric's path intersected with that of a local merchant selling an array of exotic spices. The air became infused with a myriad of scents, transporting him to distant lands. Intrigued, he struck up a conversation with the merchant, learning about the origins and uses of the aromatic spices.
Amid these interactions, Alaric discreetly observed the daily lives of the city's residents. Unbeknownst to them, their stories and routines became threads in the tapestry of his newfound existence. The city, once a backdrop, now unfolded as a vibrant canvas of experiences, each encounter shaping his understanding of the world he inhabited.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over Lysandria. Alaric continued his exploration, eventually finding himself in a quaint square adorned with flower stalls. The vibrant colors and fragrant blooms contrasted with the stern architecture of the surrounding buildings. It was a picturesque scene, and Alaric took a moment to absorb the tranquillity before continuing his journey.
As the day progressed, Alaric's thoughts shifted between the present and the future. The awakening ceremony still resonated within him, the echo of cosmic energy awakening his senses. The concept of Principality Origins, elemental affinities, and the intricacies of cosmic energy manipulation swirled in his mind. He was still grappling with the reality that faced him in this current moment. He had transmigratted into another world and received mysterious powers, there wasn't much he could remember but he was sure as death that a lot of people would do unspeakable things to be in his situation.
After hours of exploration, Alaric decided to return to the estate, his mind abuzz with ideas and observations. As he approached the familiar gates within the regular vehicle he had chosen for the sole purpose of remaining under the radar, he encountered Elara, who awaited his return with a composed demeanour.
"Welcome back, Master Alaric," she greeted, her eyes attentive.
"Thank you, Elara," Alaric replied, acknowledging her presence. "I have some matters to attend to, so prepare my study for my return."
Elara nodded, her efficiency evident. "Of course, Master Alaric. Is there anything specific you require?"
"Bring me the documents on the city's properties and a list of reputable accountants within the Duchy. Also, ready a light meal for later. I'll be in my study."
Elara carried out his instructions with a grace that bespoke her experience as a personal maid. Alaric proceeded to his study, where the oval device lay on his desk, a silent communicator to the world beyond.
With a contemplative sigh, Alaric settled into his chair, the study bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light.
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touched up i guess didn't see much that needed change
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