The sun hung high over the palace of Lionhart, its golden rays falling over marble walls and tall towers.
Within the inner courtyard, three men walked side by side, their footsteps confident and loud. These were not ordinary men but princes of three great empires, heirs of the strongest families on the continent, born into privilege, and wielders of authority that could bend nations.
Prince Dorian Kael Obsidian of the Obsidian Empire walked in the middle. His dark armor carried faint traces of mountain dust, a reminder of his homeland, where men were trained to endure pain and grow harder than stone.
To his left was Prince Kaelyn Dravus Pyrrhos of the Phoenix Lands, dressed in flowing crimson robes lined with flame motifs, his hair tied neatly as if fire itself lingered within his veins.
On the right strode Prince Magnus Thales Titanborn, broad-shouldered and taller than the rest, his heavy boots striking the ground with each step as if the palace floors trembled for him.
