When Diane got to what she would describe as a towering palace, the ambience and beauty of the castle were above what she had imagined.
Women and men, young girls dressed in unique uniforms, moved in sync about the castle.
Once they'd passed the ironclad gates, a man helped her down from the horse. The Duke walked before her through a path lined by men in golden armor. They finally stepped into a hall; on the walls were sculptures that looked so terrifying yet added to the regality of the place. They looked old, as if clarifying the steady strength of the monarch.
Looking ahead, Diane saw the Solarian general standing before a man who sat at an overtly uplifted platform. It was built as if to ensure it towered significantly over everything else.
On his head, a crown that glistened with every of his slight movements, only that he rarely moved.
