"I'd best not dawdle," Dauphin thought to herself. "I shall travel to the King immediately."
Turning to the left fork of the crossroad, Dauphin gently nudged her steed onward toward the palace. Ever so slowly, she entered a more respectable part of the city. The streets cleared of refugees, the homeless and other undesirables. Beautiful stone and marble houses rose on both sides as she passed by. Eventually, the houses grew to mansions and suspicious eyes of private guards began to watch her progress.
Within moments, the palace came into view, a giant sprawling building designed to awe the visitor and display the grander of the city. Having travelled widely, Dauphin remained unimpressed. The place could easily be overrun, captured and sacked, she thought cynically.
Her opinion of the palace did not improve after meeting the Royal Guardsmen manning the main gate. They were distracted by the wet, miserable weather, and looked to her professional eye to be unworthy and slothful in their duties. After the briefest of challenges, she was granted entrance to the palace. The city was at war, as she was granted easy entrance to the palace! What if she'd been an assassin?
The King could most definitely use her services against the armies of Cardac, for she, Dauphin, was a...
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