In a large castle painted in white and gold, with a flag fluttering at the pinnacle, the flag bore the image of a roaring lion, and knights with the same emblem stood guard at the gates in expectancy.
Soon after, a loud trumpet was heard, and a large carriage with a lion image engraved on its sides slowly made its way to the castle gate.
A young man in attire reminiscent of a jester spoke loudly, "MAKE WELCOME THE FIRST SON OF THE ESTEEMED VANDEMIRE FAMILY!"
Calmly stepping out of the carriage, Greg studied the knights standing on either side, forming a path that led him to the castle.
As the knights lifted their swords in acknowledgement of his presence, Greg made his way to the courtyard and spotted his father, standing with messy red hair and a wide smile on his face.
"There's my son!" Leon shouted as he spread his arms wide.
Showing no signs of emotion, Greg calmly walked into the arms of his father and whispered, "Hello, Father, I see you haven't showered."
