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Among those present were the Knights who held some kind of courtly rank. Such ranks like the Master of Justice, who was to maintain the common folk and even the Nobleman. The Monarch’s Sword, the warrior who was to protect their Duke from any transgression. And one of them was to be the Herald for this event.
Past them Lucian saw the Damsel Albera. The woman wore a dark golden dress that matched both her eyes and her dark hair. She held a ghostly grace that demonstrated her allegiance to the fay. She was more beautiful now than what she has ever been before. It was beyond recount and almost struck the once peasant with the sheer glamor she had.
Next to her was the Grail Knight. His name was Sir Galandril, and his deed Lucian had learned by talking to Remon as they worked together in making his Heraldry. The Warrior wore a cold silver armor that had robes of dark blue that made the cloth look almost fluffed to the touch. It was a look that Lucian could not not deny befitted a man of such prowess and power.
Across from those two was Count Remon. The man being honored to so perfectly raise a peasant into the ranks of the nobility. He wore his armor, likely for the last time in his entire life. He would continue to work within the campaign as an advisor to them. Lucian had a suspicion though the real reason he did not leave was because he was giving his support to Lucian.
The final two were the Dukes, Morist and Guion. Guion wore the red and yellow of his realm with armor that was matching the splendor of prestige he enjoyed. Behind him was a banner of a massive dragon that Lucian had marched with when they were out on campaign. Such livery not only represented he himself, but all of Bastonne.
Finally there was Duke Moriset. He was wearing a set of silver armor that was etched with dozens of golden highlights that displayed the wealth of a Duke of not only two provinces, but the Duke of Bordeleaux. Behind him was the Trident of Mann which was both Gold and Blue. There was in a sense of arrogance to display gold upon one’s banner, but none could deny that the Duke of Bordeleaux could afford such hubris.
Adok stood out at the side now and allowed Lucian to walk past him. Before the pair of Dukes the once peasant kneeled.
