*The lowering sun set off a beautiful shade of orange around the castle as the soft tapping of a horse’s feet stepped on the tile path. Leon stopped his Appaloosa right in front of the guards, slowly stepping off of it as he approached the knights. Taking off his hat, he set it on his chest as he bowed to them slightly

Leon said, straightening back up and placing his hat back. The guards let Leon in, two men walking with Leon and his dear horse, while another two opened the wooden doors for him.

After a greeting with the king and queen in the throne room, Wriothesley was escorted towards the main area, where Guest stood. The two guards stood back as Wriothesley hugged Guest, his horse named Rose tapping her hooves against the carpet in glee.