245 King Boris, And The Champion Of Light

In the capital, Rolar, preparations for war were well on their way. Soldiers roamed the streets. Thousands flocked to the city as the nearby villages burned. Tents were erected outside the capital's walls, with countless banners flapping as the approaching harsh winter winds blew. 

King Nicholas the Brave was riding outside the capital to meet his most esteemed guest, who was riding toward the north gate. Beside him rode his wife, Queen Tatiana, and the Bishop of the Church of Dhobor. A contingent of the king's personal guard and his generals rode behind them.

A long file of officials stood in line as the king crossed the north gate, with The Bishop of the Church of Dhobor riding alongside him. He was an old man with a small stature. His white beard extended toward his chest. He looked like an old hermit who'd just decided to come out and meet the world after decades of isolation.