The palace courtyard was bathed in the delicate hues of dawn, a canvas of pastel colors that seemed to echo the melancholy feelings that lingered around the gloomy entrance.
Magnus stood at the forefront, flanked by his loyal knights, his gaze fixed on the imposing gates of the empire. As the knights exchanged solemn glances, a figure approached them with calculated strides.
It was Duke Alexis, his presence commanding attention. There was an undeniable tension in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of their shared desire for Cassiopeia's affections.
"Your Imperial Majesty, my dearest brother!" Duke Alexis's voice was calm, but there was a hint of competition in it. "I hope you have everything you need for the campaign."
Magnus' jaw clenched as he met the Duke's gaze head-on. "Rest as
