The Duke straightened immediately, his expression shifting back to one of composed authority. "Very well. Let us greet them properly."
Julian, Olivia, Vanessa, and the Duke then made their way to the front yard together. The morning sun was bright and warm, casting a golden glow over the carefully maintained grounds. Servants had lined the path with fresh flowers and banners, creating an impressive welcome for the arriving guests. The air carried the scent of blooming roses and polished armor from the knights standing at attention.
For about five more minutes, nothing happened. The group stood silently in the courtyard, the only sounds being the gentle rustle of banners in the morning breeze and the distant calls of birds. The sun continued its steady climb, bathing the grounds in a warm, golden glow that made the polished armor of the knights and the fresh flowers lining the path shimmer beautifully.
