Crash A Wedding

The king's elite guards stood unwavering, their expressions hard and unyielding, as they guarded the entrance to the Quiet Room. Their eyes were sharp and alert, scanning every inch of the space before them. Two of them stood directly in front of Prince Aldric's cell, while the rest blocked the entrance to the corridor, forming a nearly impenetrable barrier. 

No one, not even a shadow, could slip past these guards without being detected. They were the king's most trusted warriors, trained to withstand every threat and danger that might arise. They had not moved an inch since their shift began, standing tall and resolute. It was not just their duty, it was their pride as the king's elite on the line.