*** Royal Capital - The Grand Boulevard ***
The capital was far more extravagant than Justinian had imagined.
Even in his modern sensibilities, the sheer architecture felt absurd, marble streets, gold-plated lamps, and towers that gleamed as if competing with the sun.
Even his marching elite army wasn't anything surprising; it was commonplace considering almost every guard in the capital was of the highest quality, a detail the novel had always commented on.
Carriages filled the wide roads, nobles leaning out to flaunt their newest silks, while servants scurried between decorated pavilions that lined the main route. Everything screamed excess.
So this was the seat of the kingdom, and the stage where the real game began.
Justinian leaned against the carriage window, eyes following the enormous banners fluttering overhead. The royal crest, a golden crown atop twin spears, adorned every building.
