Baron Monticourt smiled and gave a slight bow to Cecilia as the three of them approached after descending into the cellar. 

“Good morning, Princess,” he said,”I trust you had a good night’s sleep. These men as you have guessed are my two associates, and cofounders of the Loyalist Coalition. Introducing Lord Weldon Cromley and Sir Robert Harper.”

The two men bowed respectfully as they were introduced to the Princess. 
[u][url=https://preview.ibb.co/cYOkUd/CB38_CCC2_55_E6_4_DF8_A233_CC7_D24_FD2_C87.jpg]Lord Weldon Cromley[/url][/u]was a man of thin build and average height. 
He wore the clothing of a nobleman, a deep colored coat, a fine vest and tunic underneath it, dark colored trousers that matched his coat, and a pair of fine leather shoes topped with silver buckles. He was a grim looking man that looked to be in his late thirties to early forties. His age-pocked face was frozen in a permanent look of foreboding.

[u][url=https://preview.ibb.co/n9unaJ/988_DD900_FCA1_422_F_851_B_265_AC9359706.jpg]Sir Robert Harper[/url][/u]was a far younger gentleman that both Lord Cromley and the Baron, looking to be in his late twenties. He was dressed far simply than both men as well, wearing a simple black tunic with a high collar and a pair of cream colored trousers and brown leather boots, worn around the edges slightly. His face held a state of seriousness and dignity, opposed to the unfriendly gloom of Lord Cromley’s expression. He was taller than the other two men as well, they’re heads even with his shoulders. At his side he wore a glimmering sword of steel, with a dual edged blade and a sharp tip, the hilt and pommel were ornamented with unique designs of twisted flame.

Lord Cromley spoke first, having raised from his bow first,”Good morning Princess Cecilia Alderton, I am Lord Cromley of Riven, it is an honorable privilege to meet you. I’m glad to see that your well, especially after what you’ve been through.”
His voice was smooth and oily as one might say, like that of a sly merchant or a two-faced politician. He smiled thinly, his mouth forcing dimples into his haggard cheeks.

Sir Harper spoke next,”Your Majesty, it’s an honor to meet you and a pleasure to see that you are well. I am Sir Robert Harper of Rosaldia, I am a knight of Alvion and serve in the court of the good Baron here.”
Sir Harper’s voice was more assertive and strong, bold even, opposite to the refined, sly voice of Lord Cromley.

The Baron gave an affirming nod and looked to the Princess, asking her,”Have you had your breakfast yet, Princess? I don’t wish to rush you, but we’d like to commence with the elaboration of our plans, our first move if you would, and we’ll need your counsel and assistance.”