There was no castle in the world that was as magnificent as King James' castle. From the majestic landscape filled with trees blessed with plump, luscious fruits, flowers of various sorts sprinkled with the colours of the rainbow, and the fertilising bees and insects that tended to them -- it was only second rate compared to the acropolis it cradled. Made from the finest materials, it was tailored by the finest architects and engineers that dedicated their hearts and souls all the way back to the first king -- his forefather, the victor of the early wars, and conqueror of the land. Putting the allure aside, the King James also possessed the finest military in the continent. Disciplined, well-trained and well-armed, these men were the men that earned him the allies he had earned. Having the reputation of having a conquered land, his kingdom boasted the finest army money can afford -- allowing them to conquer any land they choose. They were feared, and they were fearless. James mused these thoughts quietly as he leaned on his pedestal, it was quite an arrogant thing to think about -- yet the epiphany always pleased him. He liked power, and the he loved how he was powerful. Here he sat, on a throne made of gold and stone -- a seat where his father and generations prior of his bloodline had settled. This was the place where they thought, mused, and ruled. But today, today he was not that man -- today he was a father, and it was a very happy day. His son will come home soon, and one day, he will sit in this very throne where he will muse, ponder, and rule. "My Lord." A dark haired man greeted with a smile that crinkled under his beard. He donned an all-white attire, accompanied with a black velvet coat with a collar made of bear fur and black leather boots. He was quite a handsome man, middle-aged but charming. From his attire and appearance, there was no doubt that he was a noble -- a rather expensive one too. "Ah, Duke of Cornwall. Fancy seeing you here!" The King chirped in a rather jovial tone that took the Duke by surprise, his King was a stern man -- not a happy old goof. He raised his jeweled hand to cue the man to rise from this bow -- which he did so, keeping a confused look in his face. "You seem rather... Cheerful." the Duke inquired subtly, hoping to get an answer from his complimentary remark. His King seemed rather off, and it was not a normality in his eyes. "Yes. Yes I am." The King answered with no hesitance, combing his greying beard thoughtfully, "My son is coming home."