[center][b][color=aba000][b][h2]	Illyarion Myriavin	[/h2]
[h3]Southern Jewel, Kron-Nesis[/h3][/b][/color][/b] [/center]

Illayrion frowned as he and his small retinue rode through the streets of the capital. Even though neither the king or the Grand Marshal had informed anyone that they were going to war, it didn't take a military genius to realize that Kron-Nesis was preparing for war, however, he questioned the logic of the king. How different would it be from the skirmishes in the mountains now, neither side would have the advantage and the war would end in a bloody stalemate, decided only by attrition rather than actual war, unless...

His frown grew even more as he realized the possibilities and if he were honest, he liked these as much as he like the war in the mountains idea. The most viable of these solutions would be to circumvent the mountains entirely and pass through Eamonvale, that in itself posed more problems than it did solutions. Eamonvale had been very much hostile to them and unless the king planned to declare war towards Eamonvale as well, there was not much that he could do to be able to pass through their territories.

The retinue that accompanied him walked silently as they followed him, his Ravenguard, as he called them. Currently formed only out of his companions from his previous mercenary company, he planned to expand it by introducing veterans from the men that his holdings could muster, though since that number was zero at the moment, he had to make due with what he had at the moment.

Illayrion looked on at the palace proper and where one might have been awed by the size and beauty of it, he simply glanced at it and kept walking, he had been in courts all over the continent and though Kron-Nesis was arguably one of the strongest and richest kingdoms, he had seen courts far more beautiful, far more decorated than this one. He simply nodded to the palace guards as he was allowed entry inside and went to search his dear friend, the Grand Marshal throughout the entirety of palace itself.

However, as he walked through the corridors of the palace, he ran into the Marble Princess Azmyn and her bodyguard, Maryvale. His frown evaporated as he saw them, partly because he had to be respectful to royalty and partly because he was quite pleased to see the young knight once again.

[color=aba000]"My Princess, it is an honor."[/color] Both he and his retinue knelt before the princess for a few moments before rising back to their feet. [color=aba000]"And Maryvale, it is great to see you as well. Though might I ask where you have all of these bruises, because if you tell me from fighting, then I'll be disappointed in you."[/color] he asked smiling towards her, however, he shook his head, though he liked Maryvale, he had more pressing issues at the moment. [color=aba000]"Anyway, do you know where your father is at the moment?"[/color] he asked  [color=aba000]"He and I have some pressing issues to discuss at the moment."[/color]