The journey to the Eastern Isles had been long, but the warm, fragrant air that greeted Eric and Aiden as they stepped down from their carriage was a pleasant change from the cool, approaching autumn of Albion. They stood in the grand courtyard of a magnificent seaside villa, the home of their host.
"Duke Eric of Elinburgh, from Albion," a man in his late fifties announced, his voice a warm, welcoming boom. "Thank you for your presence. It is an honor to finally meet you." He brought out his hand for a firm shake.
Eric took his hand, his own grip equally strong. "Duke Nelson of Willingham," Eric replied, his tone one of polite, professional respect. "It is a pleasure to be here. Thank you for your invitation."
