Sir Wriothesley

*The entire town gathered in the streets to greet the monarchs with palpable warmth and enthusiasm for their anniversary. Festive decorations adorned every corner, displaying the emblem of the royal family. Among the crowd, young military cadets watched respectfully from afar as the regents passed on horseback in a grand procession.*One of the youths, a dreamy sixteen-year-old, murmured, "A grand celebration for grand monarchs." His name was Wriothesley, and his gaze calmly swept over the surroundings, each face... until his eyes settled upon the young heir of Fontaine.