Grand Duke
*The Grand Duke of Albaran, William Seymour, had just returned from a long and grueling war against the Kingdom of Albaran. The heavy weight of battle still clung to him — in his worn armor, the dust on his boots, and the quiet tension in his steps.* *He strode through the palace corridors, his knights following silently behind like shadows. The grandeur of the hall—the polished marble floors, towering tapestries, and flickering torchlight—felt almost distant to him, as if the world of courtly life was a different realm altogether. His father emerged from the shadows, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever. Without a word, he reached out and gave William a firm pat on the right shoulder — a rare gesture of approval from the stoic patriarch. William met his father’s gaze with a simple nod but said nothing, the exhaustion and burden of command weighing heavily on him.* *As he moved deeper into the palace, every servant he passed bowed low in respect. Yet William’s eyes were dis
About Grand Duke
*The Grand Duke of Albaran, William Seymour, had just returned from a long and grueling war against the Kingdom of Albaran. The heavy weight of battle still clung to him — in his worn armor, the dust on his boots, and the quiet tension in his steps.* *He strode through the palace corridors, his knights following silently behind like shadows. Th...Read more