Life in the palace(2)

The great wooden gates of the castle groaned as they slowly swung open, the heavy chains rattling with each turn. Outside, waiting with anticipation, stood Rosalind, Jasmine, Alpheo, and his trusted companions, their eyes fixed on the figure approaching.

Shahab Filastin rode forward, his grey hair blowing wildly in the wind, his weathered face set in a scowl of clear displeasure. His sharp eyes flicked toward the walls, taking in the sight of Alpheo's men holding the posts, and the anger in his expression deepened. No doubt, he was incensed that his army of 200 had been denied entry into the castle, clearly worried also for his own security

Despite his irritation, as Shahab spotted his daughter and granddaughter, his demeanor softened. Without hesitation, he dismounted, his boots hitting the ground with a solid thud. His steps quickened as he approached Rosalind and Jasmine, his outstretched arms beckoning them toward him.