Rich tapestries covered the walls as King Alfonzo sat in his spacious study, the air heavy with the smell of old parchment and ink. King Cyran sat across from him and talked about the complex matters governing their respective domains.
As the night wore on, King Alfonzo offered a brief break from the serious business of state while smiling politely. "My dear Cyran, why not join me for a brief reprieve in the cellar? A vintage wine awaits, and perhaps the cool ambiance will provide us with a welcome change of pace."
Thanking him for the invitation, King Cyran nodded. The sound of the royal robes clinking created a soft symphony as the two kings got up from their chairs and walked side by side, carrying on their discourse.