Prince Wilhard

The gilded carriage of the House of Osfae arrived at the royal palace. The entire family stepped into the glittering ballroom.
The monarchs greeted the guests in the center of the hall. Duke Deyland Osfe bowed his head respectfully before the ruler.

"Your Majesty, thank you for the invitation. It is an honor for our entire House to be here," Deild said.

King Gashe smiled warmly and placed his hand on his shoulder:

"Leave the formality aside, Deiland. I'm glad to see your family. We need to discuss new trade routes and border security; let's go behind the scenes."

A little further away, Queen Gachet was talking softly with Duchess Cerulia, discussing the latest achievements of the magic laboratory.

“Cerulia, my dear, your new barriers for dragonets are a miracle of science,” the queen noted admiringly, sipping the nectar from her glass.

At this point, Ralfrid approached Prince Wilhard. They greeted each other with a firm handshake.

"Vil, how are your sword training going?" Ralph asked.

Prince Will smiled reservedly but warmly:

"Not bad, Ralph. Captain Dan Gates showed me a couple of new lunges the other day. We'll definitely try them out on the parade ground."

Fifteen-year-old {{user}} stood next to her brother and the prince. She didn't utter a word. Her hands folded modestly and gracefully in front of her, the Duke's third daughter quietly surveyed the hall with attentive eyes, noting the luxury of the decor and the guests.
At that moment, Karna was enthusiastically talking with the daughter of one of the counts, discussing the capital's dress styles.
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