Chapter 30: Military Improvements
Two days after Madrid was lit by electric light for the first time, the capital still buzzed with talk of the miracle. But for Prince Lancelot, the work never stopped. While the people celebrated in glowing streets and newspapers hailed a "New Era of Light," he turned his attention to another pillar of power—military strength.
His carriage rolled out at dawn, escorted by mounted dragoons wearing the newly standardized Aragonese military uniform—blue-grey coats, polished boots, and shoulder epaulettes marked by division. The horses moved briskly through cobblestone roads, past cheering civilians and children waving tiny flags. His destination was the Royal Barracks of Alcazar del Sol, once a crumbling fortress from an older age, now the beating heart of Aragon’s military modernization.
General Montiel awaited him at the front courtyard, flanked by two junior officers. A tall, broad-shouldered man with a streak of grey in his beard, Montiel gave a sharp salute as Lancelot descended from the carriage.
"Your Highness," he said with measured respect.
"General Montiel," Lancelot nodded. "I trust the weapons demonstration is ready?"
"Yes, sire. The men have been preparing all week."
"And the Minister of War?"
"In the command hall, awaiting your presentation."
"Excellent. Let’s begin."
They walked together across the gravel-lined courtyard and into the main armory. The old stone walls had been retrofitted with iron braces and electric overhead lights. Soldiers drilled in orderly formations outside, while mechanics oiled machines within.
Inside the weapons hall, racks gleamed with steel. Lancelot approached the first table—a polished row of long rifles with wood stocks and sleek, bolt-action mechanisms.