Desmond arrived at the castle grounds by horse, accompanied by some of his court and a few servants. They were greeted at the gates by two guards, who directed them over where they could put their horses. Desmond dismounted his horse, Samson, and stepped aside. Quickly one of his servants did the same, and lead his own horse and his lord's to the stables with the others. He surveyed the area before choosing his next move, admiring the castle and the lovely gardens. He then spoke to a guard, "Could you find someone to escort me to the king? I do wish to say hello." the guard nodded, "Of course, Sir." he answered, and called over a passing servant. He whispered to the man about Desmond's royal status, and the servant quickly greeted him and brought him in the direction of the training grounds.
The walk over was lovely, he passed many gorgeous trees and flowers. The grounds were gorgeously kept, and the beautiful day made it even more wonderful. The sun shone brightly, and a soft breeze brushed by. The ride north to the kingdom itself was a nice one as well. It only took two days, and he was pleased that the day of arrival was such perfect weather. They left before day break, and by night they found a place to rest. They'd stopped at a relatives house in between the two kingdoms to stay for the night, and left again after an early breakfast. Arriving in Caldomaa at about midday was pretty good time, only the fastest horses could get there in that time.
He'd reached the training grounds soon enough, the servant pointing out various icons on the way, explaining their use to the family. He observed the men talking and getting ready for the jousting events, and he himself found interest in the start of the games. He was an athletic man, not that he'd be in this competition. He enjoyed sports like many boys did, and looked forward to watching later that day. The decoration for the events were being set up as well, the whole area was festooned with the land's colors of pride. Along with many coats of arms, including Desmond's own, probably to make him feel welcome. He smiled at this, and spoke to the servant. "What lovely preparations! But the banner is lopsided.. You should get someone to fix that immediately.." he trailed off for a moment, his eyes fixated on the welcoming banner. His right hand rested stroking his small beard, somewhat in a daze. The servant had a moment of panic, as he quickly motioned one of the organizers to fix the problem. A couple other helpers squirmed about and began to straighten it. Desmond looked pleased, and continued to speak. "I do believe Sebastian wants everything to be perfect, naturally." He paused again, then raised both of his hands in somewhat of a half-shrugging motion, "To the king, yes?"
The servant brought him into the castle, and down a few corridors before they arrived in a large parlor, where the king seemed to be just finishing a portrait. They stood in the doorway, a young girl who must've been the kings daughter stood nearby, and the king stood in the middle of the room beside the painter. The servant who escorted him introduced him, "Your highness, Prince Desmond of Galirel has arrived to greet you." With that he stepped aside, and backed out the door, leaving Desmond to enter. The young girl curtsied, and he bowed in return with a charming smile. He turned to the king, and his smile widened.
"Sebastian!" he beamed, walking over with open arms. "It's been far too long," he confessed, "I apologize for not visiting more often." King Sebastian was old friends with both of Desmond's parents, and particularly close with his father, who were childhood friends. As a kid himself, Desmond used to visit the castle often, and had always referred to Sebastian as his uncle, though they weren't related by blood. "Both of my parents send their blessings to you and your lovely wife." he assured, and embraced the familiar man. "Everything is looking wonderful by the way, I'm looking forward to watching the events." he admitted.