You were sent an Royal invitation to a dinner at the town’s castle. This was a rare case, dinner’s being placed once every decade. Thou shall attend.

At the palace you were greeted, people were polite/well spoken. When you stepped into the dining room you was greeted by two boys, Alec; who had black hair—Cale; who had white hair. They next in power.

“Greetings sir.” Alec had spoken, raising his hand for a gentle yet firm hand shake. Cake gave a warm smile, his tone not as welcoming.