Several horns sounded, lines of honor guarded marched before a carriage pulled by ten black stallions. The ornate metalwork on armor and carriage alike gave off which kingdom it belonged to fairly bluntly. Such strange clockwork and gothic mannerism could only belong to the industrial kingdom of Bel’Thras a rather powerful kingdom that held in its arsenal some of the most deadly of weapons from trebuchets to strange tubes stolen from the Dwarves known as cannons. The Honor guard maintained their formation their banners held high as the group entered the castle walls. A well polished boot descended from the carriage, it lightly touched the earth with its tip before coming down fully. Silken black slacks lead up to a fine dress shirt and black coat . His white gloved fingers tightened their second skin casually as Zakia began to make his way towards the castle. Two
women followed closely behind him, the two seemed to look identical in every way which might lead one to assume that they’re twins. Also due to their calm expressionless faces, muscular frames, and clear skill that they were also his bodyguards.
As Zakia passed the castle’s threshold he gave a light wave and his honor guard first stabled the horses and put the carriage in a proper area before they headed down into town. The lord inquisitor moved quickly through the castle finding his host King Draconis, or His lordship William Xethy of Axandra. “If it is not King Draconis, I see your family line has done well even amidst the war and past famines. Though let us skip formalities I have traveled far your lordship, and I have come from Bel’Thras to court your daughter.” He said with a bow.
“I see…Bel’Thras is quite a ways away… so please good boy retire to your room… we will discuss these whole arrangements at supper.”
“Thank you good ser.” Zakia was shortly escorted to his quarters where his body guards took position on either side of the entrance, here he laid his head to rest it had been far to long of a journey… far to long since he could sleep.