The marble floors of the royal court echoed with hushed murmurs and the soft shuffle of silk robes as the morning session commenced. Sunlight filtered through stained-glass windows, casting jewel-toned patterns across the pillars and the faces of the assembled nobles. Conversations paused, and curious eyes turned as the grand doors creaked open.
The Marquis of Carles entered—an unusual sight on its own—but what drew gasps was what followed him.
He was flanked by the Norse twins, Peredur and Percival, pushing a strange, gleaming contraption with curved wheels and a sleek metal frame. Between them, Gideon Norse walked proudly, carrying a bundle of thick parchment sealed with the Norse family crest.
General Odin, used his Marquis title to formally appear on court that day. He was imposing in his ceremonial armor. With practiced grace, he stepped forward and bowed deeply before the throne, then turned to face the gathered lords.
