Chapter 25: Entourage Of Draconia kingdom.
The air was thick with anticipation, and every eye was looking at the grand gates that led to the palace grounds.
In the shadows of a nearby corridor, Cassian and a few other lower-ranking servants were peeking outside. their curiosity getting the better of them. They weren’t allowed to participate in the official welcome, but that didn’t stop them from wanting to catch a glimpse of the grand procession, Cassian was especially excited as it would be his first time seeing something grand like this.
He watched as the high-ranking servants adjusted their attire one last time. He had heard stories of the Drakonians—and tales of their majestic horses, their elegant carriages, and their lavish clothing. The very thought of it made him feel both envious and awe-struck.
"They’re here!" one of the servants whispered while nudging Cassian in the ribs.
Cassian almost jumped up from the fright of being nudged like this. He looked back at the servant with an accusing glare. The servant gave him a silly smile and motioned for him to look towards the palace gate. Cassian instantly leaned forward to catch a glimpse; he would take care of him later because looking at the royal entourage was his priority for now.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw the gates slowly open. The first thing that caught his eye was the line of sleek, golden with black intricate patterns carriages, each one was more ornate than the last. The horses that pulled them were large and muscular, their coats shining as if they had been polished repeatedly.
When all the carriages stooped at the front gate of the palace, Then a man stepped out from the Golden Carriage with the help of a coachman. He was a tall man, dressed in deep crimson robes embroidered with golden threads. His presence was commanding, and he exuded an air of authority that made the gathered servants straighten their backs. Following him were other dignitaries, each one dressed in equally fine attire, their expressions unreadable as they surveyed the palace grounds.
Cassian’s eyes widened as he took in the scene. The Drakonians were everything he had imagined and even more. Their bearing was regal, and their every movement was deliberate and graceful. The high-ranking servants moved forward to greet them; they bowed low as they offered words of welcome. And the royal couple stepped forward to greet them.
From his point of view, Cassian could see the intricate details of their clothing—the rich fabrics, the precious jewels that adorned their necks and fingers. It was a world so far from his own, a world that he would never be able to reach. He looked at them back as if he were witnessing something out of a dream.
"Look at them," one of the servants beside Cassian murmured. "They don’t even look like real people. They’re like something out of a story."