The sun sat high in the sky when the procession arrived at the gates of Kael's estate.
Trumpets blared a stately tune, announcing the arrival of the Duke's merchants and the accompanying envoy.
The road leading to Vortan Keep was lined with Kael's soldiers, standing at attention in polished armor.
The flag of Kael's barony fluttered in the wind alongside the Duke's colors, a calculated gesture of respect and recognition of the Duke's authority
The Duke's merchants, their wealth displayed in every detail of their carriages and retinue, formed an impressive sight.
Their wagons groaned under the weight of barrels of wine, bolts of silk, and crates marked with the seals of the Duke's most prestigious trade houses.
Behind them, the guards marched in perfect sync, their spears tipped with polished steel, and their chainmail catching the sunlight.
Kael stood at the gates of Vortan Keep, his armor gleaming under the same sun.