Leo followed the Royal Knight through the busy Royal camp as they made their way to a smaller tent, away from the king's heavily guarded pavilion, his boots sinking into the soft grass.
This area had less security than the main camp, with only one guard nodding quickly to pull aside the entrance curtain. "You may enter now," the guard said in a flat voice.
Leo stepped into the roomy and comfortable tent, With mana-lamps hanging from the ceiling. In the center was a polished wooden table with padded chairs surrounding it. A familiar voice called out to him, "Hello, my nephew."
Princess Thalia Varian Duskbane and Queen Yvana Duskbane were seated at the table when Leo turned around.
The sight of Yvana brought back memories of Leonhardt's early years. It was almost uncanny how much she resembled Leonhardt's mother, Seraphina: platinum blonde hair falling in soft waves, pale gold eyes, and a face so similar that it made Leo's chest tight.
