**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the courtyard of Eldorian Castle, anticipation hung thick in the air.
Inside the grand halls, King Eirian awaited the arrival of his esteemed guests, each step echoing off the polished marble floors.
The first to enter was King Roland Reitz of Esteria, his presence commanding attention as he strode into the castle with Princess Gabrielle by his side.
Their arrival was met with a flurry of activity as courtiers hurried to greet them, their voices hushed in reverence.
Next came Queen Flor Hazelrite of Faerhaven, her entourage gliding through the castle gates with an otherworldly grace.
The crowd seemed to part for her as she made her way inside, her eyes alight with anticipation for the gathering ahead.
Princess Lyra of Avaloria arrived shortly after, her radiant smile lighting up the dimly lit corridors.
With a wave of her hand, she greeted the assembled courtiers, her warmth infectious as she moved gracefully through the crowd.
King Twilight Briarstyn of Mireworth emerged from the misty valleys, his presence shrouded in an aura of mystery.
His arrival was marked by the haunting strains of music, which seemed to follow him wherever he went, lending an air of enchantment to the proceedings.
Clan Chief Jachim Witold of Levans arrived next, his warriors following closely behind him.
Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls as they made their way into the castle, their expressions solemn and determined.
Finally, King Zyrov Blaca of Eizenwall made his grand entrance, his kingdom's wealth evident in the opulent finery of his retinue.
As they filed into the castle, their laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the hum of anticipation that permeated the halls.
With each arrival, the tension in the air grew palpable, as if the very walls of Eldorian Castle were straining to contain the energy of the gathering.
And as the last of the guests made their way inside, the true purpose of their meeting loomed large in the minds of all who were present.
In the grand hall of Eldorian Castle, King Eirian stood with Queen Lyzandra by his side, their presence commanding the room.
The assembled leaders and their entourages took their seats, the air heavy with anticipation.
The hall, resplendent with banners and the glow of countless candles, seemed to hum with the unspoken significance of the gathering.
"Esteemed guests," King Eirian began, his voice echoing through the hall,
"it pleases me greatly to see you all gathered here in Eldorian Castle."
