Chapter 10: Arrival in Arvendel

The journey to Arvendel was long but uneventful, spanning several days through the vast countryside of Eryndor. Rolling green fields stretched endlessly on either side of the road, punctuated by dense forests and the occasional village where travelers gathered to watch their grand procession pass by. Despite the serene landscape, Leon found himself unable to shake the anxious excitement building within him.

Inside the carriage, Rachel had grown restless, tapping her fingers against the window. "Honestly, how much longer? I can't stand being cooped up like this."

Sophia, seated gracefully across from her, barely looked up from the book in her hands. "Patience, Rachel. We'll be there soon."

Leon glanced at his sister, amused. "You've been saying that for the past three days."

Rachel huffed. "And I'll keep saying it until we finally arrive."

A knock on the carriage door startled them. Their father's voice came from outside. "We're nearing the capital. Prepare yourselves."

Leon shifted to peer out the window, and his breath caught at the sight before him. Arvendel rose majestically on the horizon, its towering walls of pristine white stone glistening in the morning sun. Tall spires and grand domes punctuated the skyline, and even from this distance, Leon could see the bustling activity beyond the walls—caravans, merchants, and nobles moving in and out of the city gates.

"It's... enormous," Leon murmured, awestruck.

Sophia smiled softly. "It is the heart of the kingdom, after all."

As their carriages approached the massive city gates, trumpets sounded, signaling the arrival of House Everhart. The guards, clad in silver and gold armor, saluted as they passed through the grand archway, leading them into the heart of the capital.

Leon pressed against the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. The streets were lined with towering buildings, their facades adorned with intricate carvings and colorful banners. Vendors called out from bustling market stalls, peddling everything from exotic spices to finely crafted jewelry. Nobles in elaborate attire strode through the streets, their gazes sharp and assessing.

Rachel grinned. "Now this is more like it."

Their convoy made its way through the wide, cobbled streets, heading toward the royal palace that loomed in the distance—a magnificent structure of marble and gold, with towering spires that seemed to pierce the heavens themselves.

Leon swallowed hard. "Are we really supposed to meet the king in that place?"

Sophia glanced at him. "It's natural to feel overwhelmed, but remember—Father has been part of court politics for years. We simply need to follow his lead."

Soon, the convoy pulled into the grand courtyard of the palace, where rows of royal guards stood at attention. Duke Alistair stepped out first, his imposing presence instantly commanding respect. Lady Eleanor followed with regal grace, and then it was time for the siblings.

As Leon stepped down from the carriage, he felt the weight of countless eyes upon him. He straightened his posture, recalling Sir Reynard's words—Confidence is key.

A chamberlain approached, bowing deeply. "Duke Everhart, Lady Eleanor, and esteemed guests, welcome to the Royal Palace of Arvendel. His Majesty awaits you in the grand hall."

With that, they were led through the palace corridors, each step echoing against the polished marble floors. Grand tapestries depicting Eryndor's history lined the halls, and towering statues of past kings stood in silent vigil.

Leon felt his heart pounding as they entered the grand hall. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, adorned with golden chandeliers that bathed the chamber in warm light. At the far end of the hall, seated upon a throne of gold and velvet, was King Aldric himself—a man of middle age, his graying hair lending him an air of wisdom. His sharp gaze swept over them as they approached.

Beside the king stood Crown Prince Damien, a tall, imposing figure with piercing emerald eyes. Leon had heard tales of the prince's prowess in battle and diplomacy, and now, standing before him, he felt the weight of those stories.

Duke Alistair bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, it is an honor."

King Aldric offered a measured smile. "Duke Everhart. You have traveled far. I trust your journey was pleasant?"

"It was, Your Majesty."

The king's gaze drifted to Eleanor, Rachel, Sophia, and finally settled on Leon. "And this must be your youngest son, Leon."

Leon bowed awkwardly, feeling the heat of scrutiny. "It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty."

The king chuckled. "Polite and well-mannered. You've raised him well, Alistair."

Alistair inclined his head. "Leon is eager to learn, Your Majesty."

King Aldric's expression grew more serious. "Then he will have much to learn indeed. Eryndor stands at a crossroads, and I have summoned you here to discuss the growing unrest in the Western Territories."

Leon exchanged a glance with his sisters. So the rumors were true.

The king continued. "There are forces at play beyond mere banditry. I believe a larger scheme is unfolding, and House Everhart's strength and wisdom are needed now more than ever."

Duke Alistair's expression remained composed. "House Everhart stands ready to serve, Your Majesty."

King Aldric nodded. "Good. We will discuss matters further in council. For now, enjoy the hospitality of the palace."

With that, the audience concluded, and they were led to their assigned chambers within the palace.

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Later that evening, as Leon sat on the balcony of his chamber, gazing at the sprawling city below, he felt a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Arvendel was unlike anything he had imagined—grand, imposing, and filled with intrigue. He knew their presence here was not just for show. Something dangerous was brewing in the kingdom, and his family was being drawn into it.

A gentle knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Rachel peeked in, a smirk on her lips. "Don't tell me you're brooding already?"

Leon chuckled. "Just... thinking about everything."

Rachel joined him on the balcony, looking out at the city. "We'll be fine, Leon. We always are."

Sophia's voice came from the doorway. "Father and Mother will handle the politics. We just need to stay observant and not draw too much attention."

Leon exhaled slowly. "Easier said than done."

Rachel grinned. "Well, that's where I come in. Stick with me, and I'll show you how to survive court life."

Leon smiled, feeling a little lighter. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew he wasn't alone.