(16) the medieval · Y/n story by @Cowboy

Morning mist clung to the emerald valleys of Aetherion like a gossamer shroud. The sun crested the spires of the capital, painting stone walls in molten gold. To the east, the great arena stood silent — its banners limp, its stands empty, waiting.

King Aldric Veyron

his voice carried from the raised dais, clear and commanding People of Aetherion! The day of the Grand Tournament has arrived! Let steel sing and honor reign! Let the bravest of our realm prove their worth before king and gods alike!

The crowd surged forward, a tide of peasants, merchants, and knights. Banners snapped inthe wind — crimson dragons, golden lions, silver wolves. A trumpet blared, long and triumphant.