King Maelor of Draemore rode into the courtyard of Vargorath's grand castle.
The air was alive with anticipation, the scent of flowers mingling with the dust of the cobblestones. From the gates, trumpeters sounded their heralds, calling across the courtyard: "Long live King Maelor!"
A magnificent procession followed. Knights in gold and black walking in formation, their banners snapping in the wind, each crest shining in the sunlight.
Stewards walked beside the king's carriage, ensuring the ceremony unfolded flawlessly.
King Thornak stood at the castle doors in deep black robes. A warm smile softened his stern features. Beside him, Queen Maravelle and Sovereign Marcellus stood. The royal siblings stood behind them.
The people cheered, throwing flower petals into the air and holding up arches of green vines to celebrate the arrival of the king of the northern lycan kingdom.
