Chapter 3

The morning sun rose over the Abordien Dukedom, casting a warm glow on the lush landscape as Cornelius prepared to leave. The past few days had been a whirlwind of new experiences and cherished memories, and he felt a pang of reluctance at the thought of departing. Yet, the time had come to return to the capital, accompanied by Duke Callascione, his family, Lady Annabeth, and his uncle, Archduke Ophelion Abner.

As they loaded the carriages and made their way toward the dukedom's border, Cornelius couldn't help but glance back at the place that had come to feel like a home away from home. He felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Callascione family's hospitality and for the unexpected moments of peace he had found here.

Before they reached the border, the caravan paused. Cornelius was surprised when Grand Cordon Levine Vozinilek Callascione announced that they would be waiting for another arrival. Soon, a carriage bearing the royal crest arrived, and from it stepped Archduke Ophelion Abner. Cornelius hadn't realized that his uncle had been in Abordien distributing birthday invitations to the other kingdoms.

Cornelius's curiosity was piqued by his uncle's sudden appearance. "Uncle Ophelion, I didn't know you were here in Abordien," he said with a smile.

Archduke Ophelion returned the smile, his presence commanding as always. "I've been a bit busy, Cornelius, but now I'm here to join you back to the capital. I hope you've enjoyed your stay."

"I have," Cornelius replied, grateful for the opportunity to spend more time with his uncle. The journey back promised to be filled with interesting stories and conversations.

The group set off, the carriages rolling along the road toward the capital. The journey was filled with lively conversation and laughter, the bonds forged in Abordien carrying over into the days ahead.

Upon their arrival at the capital, the bustling city buzzed with activity. Cornelius was reminded of the responsibilities that awaited him, yet he felt ready to face them. The following day, he, Archduke Ophelion, and Duke Lennon were summoned to an audience with King Einar of the Andigre Kingdom.

In the grand throne room, King Einar regarded them with a thoughtful expression. "Welcome back," he said, his voice resonating through the chamber. "I trust your journeys were fruitful."

Cornelius stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "Yes, Your Majesty. The invitations have been distributed as planned."

The king nodded, turning his attention to Duke Lennon. "And the Oihane Forest, Duke Lennon? I understand the situation there is quite complicated."

Duke Lennon met the king's gaze, his expression serious. "Indeed, Your Majesty. The Oihane Forest, as you know, lies on the border between the Kustka Kingdom and our own Andigre Kingdom. It remains a mysterious and perilous region. Many who attempt to traverse it do not emerge for months, if at all. Merchants and travelers often vanish, leading to increased reliance on Abordien Dukedom as a safer, though longer, route."

The prosperity of the Abordien Dukedom had become a marvel in its own right. Nestled at the heart of the five kingdoms, its borders open to trade and travel, Abordien had emerged as a crucial hub for commerce. The influx of merchants and travelers from all corners had led to an economic boom unmatched by any other dukedom within the Andigre Kingdom or beyond. The bustling markets and thriving ports of Abordien were a testament to its newfound prosperity and strategic importance.

King Einar frowned, contemplating the significance of Lennon's words. "It seems Abordien has become a crucial hub, given its position as the common center connecting all five kingdoms. Though the journey takes longer, it offers a much-needed sense of security."

King Einar nodded thoughtfully. "We must continue to monitor the situation closely and ensure Abordien's routes remain safe and efficient. Thank you for your diligence, Duke Lennon."

After their audience with the king, Cornelius settled back into the rhythm of life at the capital. Weeks passed, filled with meetings and preparations for his upcoming birthday celebration. Yet, amidst the flurry of activity, he found moments of joy with Lady Annabeth.

One sunny afternoon, Cornelius and Annabeth decided to spend the day exploring the capital. They wandered through bustling markets, admiring the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere. Annabeth, ever curious, led them to a newly established pastry shop that had been the talk of the town.

The shop was bustling with customers eager to try the delicacies on offer. As they waited in line, a lady with golden hair caught Cornelius's eye. She, too, was purchasing pastries, her demeanor composed and elegant. Annabeth, intrigued by the woman, leaned over and asked, "Excuse me, are there still more pastries available inside?"

The golden-haired lady smiled warmly, nodding. "Yes, there are plenty left. I recommend trying the raspberry tarts; they're delightful."

Annabeth thanked her, and as the woman moved past them, Cornelius and Annabeth overheard whispers from the other customers.

"Who is she?" one person murmured.

"She must be a tourist," another replied. "I've never seen anyone with such elegant beauty and golden-like hair in the entire kingdom of Andigre."

The lady's presence captivated the crowd, many of whom speculated that she must be a visitor from another kingdom, drawn to the capital's bustling energy.

Once they had their pastries, Cornelius and Annabeth found a quiet spot in a nearby park to enjoy their treats. "This place never ceases to amaze me," Annabeth remarked, savoring a bite of her pastry. "There's always something new to discover."

Cornelius nodded, grateful for her presence. "I'm glad you're here to share it with me."

After a long day of exploration, Cornelius escorted Annabeth back to her home. They lingered at the doorstep, reluctant to part ways. "Thank you for today," Annabeth said softly. "It was wonderful."

"It was," Cornelius agreed, smiling warmly. "I'll see you soon."

They exchanged goodbyes, and as Cornelius walked away, he felt a sense of contentment. The capital, with all its complexities, had its moments of simplicity and joy, just like Abordien. His mother's words echoed in his mind: home is where the heart finds peace, no matter where you are.