The Landsmeet: Summary

The people from both realms flocked in the thousands, to be at The Landsmeet. The gates are open, allowing nobles to pass through while the untitled converge on the streets of Rosemore.
Regent First Commander Cipher is standing like a statue near the entrance’s door of the castle, awaiting the arrival of King David Callaghan. He stood with several of his men, stagger behind him with their weapons in the readied position, when the king’s carriage appears, surrounded by a vast body of his forces.
Their Kingsman is fidgeting with a distrustfulness against the other side. A few of their eyes are glowing over the deep-seated animosity, resonating from years of hostility and discord, leftover from the Battle of the Lands.
Cipher cautiously edges

He did not realize how much his emotions were controlling his actions. He swallows the air in his mouth, silencing his unsettling thoughts. He gave an icy glare to Tocharian, who is now standing beside his king in a protected stance.
“Stand down!” Tocharian repeated, this time to his men, giving them the same speech.
The dust settle between King David and the Regent First Commander with both calling a truce for the length of the Landsmeet, each agreeing to be respectful and non-combatted towards one another and anyone in their household.
Cipher’s eyes swung to the gates. He can hear the growing dissent, forming amongst the crowd. He knew it would not be long before there was blood in the streets.
The king announces, “I’m readied,” after splitting his forces into two parties with the first staying behind and the second coming with him.
Cipher said, “We’re late,” traveling in a different direction then the castle’s door. He led the king and his men through an old servant’s entrance, hidden behind wild shrubbery. The passage was tight with Wylie Kingsman standing guard down both sides of the walls, their eyes flash whenever King David passes

Tocharian was marching in front of them all with his hand tighten around the hilt of his sword. His men are moving in unison, scanning the scene for any signs of potential threats. The passageway: flows out to a narrow corridor that made a half circle with one end traveling to the entrance and another to an assembly room.
Unlike the warmer, cozier parts of the castle-where the royal family resides, this wing of the house appears to have been abandon, in total disarray from years of neglect.
The air smelled of candle wax and musk. A thick layer of dust coated the windows, shielding the sunlight from peering through. The walls were barren and cracking at both ends. The floors squeak loudly, making each stepped very noticeable to all those around you. The group passes by empty rooms with beds, but no windows and doors.
“This is where he housed them,” the king says underneath his breath; amazed by the vast amount of room, versus its misleading exterior that does not accurately portray the castle’s real size. He always wondered how the late King Phillip and the people he shelter live comfortably behind these four