Cillian leaned against wall, his armor creaking underneath him. The castle halls were vast and pristine, with a few servants hurriedly scurrying by. He tapped his foot on the floor, glancing around the halls as he waited. Though he knew it was strictly forbidden for anyone but head diplomats to enter the peace talks, he couldn't help but feel anxious waiting outside for hours. As the commander of the knights, it was his job to escort the royals of Crista here and ensure their safety as they negotiated. Cultural differences had led Crista and the neighboring kingdom Seberus towards war, and negotiations were currently trying to end the conflict.

As servants passed by, they glared at Cillian, holding their heads high. Cillian quickly glanced away, letting out a small sigh. Seberus was known for being incredibly wealthy, and for centuries relied on Crista for their crops and labor. It was only 40 years ago that Crista rebelled, starting a revolution and creating their own kingdom. Since then tensions and divides only grew between the two kingdoms, and their economies only suffered.

When Cillian glanced up from the floor, he noticed a figure down the hall. A young man peered out towards Cillian, glancing around the corner of the hall curiously. Cillian widened his eyes, stepping forward and calling out, "Who goes there?"