The gates of Vitalis stood wide open, and the cheers of thousands rolled like thunder across the stone walls.
Banners waved in the spring wind, deep crimson and royal gold, the colours of the kingdom fluttering proudly from rooftops, balconies, and every lantern pole lining the wide, paved road that led to the palace.
Cedric rode at the front of the procession with Alfonso by his side.
He looked like a dark knight in his black armour, sitting tall on his black horse, eyes fixed ahead. Alfonso, dressed in red armour, rose on his brown horse.
Cedric was a bit surprised at the reception. He had won many wars but this was the first time he had such a reception. Maybe it was because of the threat the alliance held. Disregarding everything he still rode along.
