Sol-Regis, Capital of the Aethelgard Kingdom. 08:30 AM.
The sun of Sol-Regis shone with a blinding, almost insulting arrogance, its rays reflecting off the golden domes of the Palace of Light as if intent on searing the retinas of anyone who dared question its absolute authority. Behind the intricately carved stained-glass windows of a royal-grade horse-drawn carriage, Sir Roland Sudrath stared out at the throngs of capital citizens lining the protocol boulevards.
