Cherie
Time seemed to slow as the new captain of the Royal Knights stepped into the room. His white uniform gleamed, trimmed with gold lining that accentuated his imposing figure.
A badge hung on his chest, a symbol of his recent appointment by Princess Abigail herself. The attendees had varied reactions as they took in their new captain for the first time.
Nicholas, clearly aware of the arrangement beforehand, lounged back in his chair, sipping his brandy with a knowing smirk.
On the other hand, the young man beside Nicholas, who had complained about being commanded by anyone, narrowed his eyes and began, "Who is—" but his words were abruptly cut off by a sharp outburst.
Julius, who had been slumped in his seat moments before, shot to his feet, rage burning in his eyes. "I won't approve of this!" he declared, his voice full of fire.
Abigail, composed and unbothered by her brother's outburst, glanced at him and calmly asked, "Why?"