A Royal Duty

Prologue

In the verdant heart of Wales, the kingdom of Gwyn flourished under the wise and just rule of King Henry. The majestic mountains of Snowdonia stood sentinel, their rugged beauty a testament to the land's unyielding spirit. The kingdom's capital, Caernarfon, bustled with life, its narrow streets lined with half-timbered houses and bustling marketplaces.

As the sun rose over the castle, King Henry's benevolent reign was evident in every corner of the kingdom. The people of Gwyn lived in harmony, their faces reflecting the peace and prosperity that had come to define their lives. The nobles, once wary of the monarch's power, now respected King Henry's fairness and compassion.

The kingdom's economy thrived, with merchants trading goods from distant lands and artisans crafting fine wares. The sound of hammering on metal, the sweet scent of freshly baked bread, and the soft murmur of conversation filled the air. In the fields, the peasants tilled the soil, their labor rewarded with bountiful harvests.

Within the kingdom of Gwyn, a tapestry of thriving towns and villages unfolded, each with its distinct character and charm.

Caernarfon, the capital, stood as a testament to the kingdom's prosperity. Its imposing castle, a masterpiece of ancient stonework, dominated the skyline, while the bustling marketplaces and winding streets pulsed with life. Skilled artisans showcased their finest craftsmanship, from intricately woven textiles to expertly forged steel.

Bangor, a hub of knowledge and spirituality, drew scholars and travelers from afar. The majestic Bangor Cathedral, with its soaring architecture and stunning stained glass, inspired awe and reverence. The town's scribes and scholars worked tirelessly, creating illuminated manuscripts that would be treasured for generations.

Conwy, a fortified coastal town, guarded the kingdom's borders against the turbulent sea. Its sturdy walls and imposing castle stood sentinel, protecting the bustling harbor and thriving trade. Fishermen and sailors brought in fresh catches, while merchants traded in exotic spices and fine textiles.

Ruthin, a charming town, nestled in the rolling hills of the valley, hosted lively markets where locals sold fresh produce, cheese, and honey. The town's skilled craftsmen created beautiful furniture, while talented weavers crafted warm woolens.

Rhuddlan, a strategic fortress town on the eastern border, protected the kingdom from potential threats. Its imposing castle and sturdy walls safeguarded the kingdom's security, while its bustling marketplaces facilitated trade with neighboring realms.

Throughout Gwyn, the people lived in harmony, their daily lives filled with purpose and joy. From the rustic farms to the bustling towns, a sense of community and shared prosperity thrived under King Henry's wise and just rule.

Within the charming town of Ruthin, the Windsor family resided in grandeur, their estate, Windsor Manor, a testament to their wealth and influence. The family's ancestral home stood majestically amidst the rolling hills, its stone façade adorned with intricate carvings and lush gardens.

For generations, the Windsors had reigned as Ruthin's most esteemed family, their riches and power unparalleled. Townsfolk looked upon them with reverence, acknowledging their benevolence and philanthropy.

At the heart of the Windsor family was Lady Emily, their beautiful and cunning daughter. Her raven-haired beauty and piercing blue eyes had captivated the town's elite. As the heiress to the Earl of Windsor title, Lady Emily's future was predetermined – a marriage of strategic importance to solidify the family's position.

A lifelong betrothal bound her to the Prince of Gwyn, a union forged in infancy to secure the alliance between their families. The arrangement had long been considered a certainty, yet whispers of uncertainty lingered.

As dusk descended upon Ruthin, the Windsor Manor's windows glowed with warm candlelight, casting a golden aura across the manicured lawns. Within its opulent walls, the family's intricate dynamics unfolded, their secrets and motivations hidden behind masks of elegance and refinement.

Tensions simmered beneath the surface, as the fate of the betrothal hung in the balance. The Windsors' legacy was built on strategic alliances, ruthless ambition, and an unwavering pursuit of power.

Amidst the opulent halls of Windsor Manor, a different reality existed. Behind the scenes, a young maiden toiled in obscurity. Abigail, a beautiful and gentle soul, labored as a maid within the Windsor household. Her striking features and radiant smile would have captivated any who laid eyes on her, but her station in life relegated her to the shadows.

Abigail's beauty, however, did not go unnoticed. Lady Emily Windsor, in particular, seethed with envy. How could a mere maid possess such loveliness, eclipsing her own renowned beauty? The injustice rankled Lady Emily, fueling her disdain for Abigail.

As Abigail went about her duties, she endured snubs and slights from the Windsor family and their staff. Lady Emily's malice toward her was palpable, manifesting in constant criticisms and menial tasks designed to humiliate.

Despite the cruelty, Abigail persevered, her dignity and kindness unwavering. Her beauty, however, remained a curse. The Windsors' guests would often gaze upon her, their admiration tinged with surprise that such a lovely maiden could be relegated to servitude.

Throughout the kingdom, excitement stirred as news of the Prince's return spread. Eleven years had passed since he departed for the distant lands of Normandy, where he studied the art of governance under the wise tutelage of the Duke of Normandy.

The Prince had immersed himself in the intricacies of statecraft, law, and diplomacy, preparing himself to one day rule Wales. Rumors of his transformation from a boy to a wise and just leader had reached the Windsors, stirring a mix of emotions.

Lady Emily Windsor, betrothed to the Prince since childhood, felt a flutter of nerves. Would he approve of her? Would their union secure the Windsor family's position?

In Ruthin, the market town adjacent to Windsor Manor, townsfolk prepared for the Prince's arrival. Banners and streamers adorned the streets, while merchants readied their finest wares.

At Windsor Manor, Lady Victoria Windsor, the Countess, oversaw the household's preparations for the upcoming formal reception. "Ensure our gifts for the Prince are suitable. We must make a strong impression."

Within Windsor Manor, excitement coursed through the halls as the family prepared for the Prince's impending arrival. Servants scurried about, polishing silverware and fine china, while the aroma of roasting meats wafted from the kitchen.

Lady Victoria Windsor, the Countess, supervised the preparations with precision. "Ensure every detail is perfect. The Prince's impression of our household must be impeccable."

"Mother, how much longer until the Prince arrives?" Lady Emily was nervous about the prince return.

Lady Victoria smiled. "Soon, dear. The messenger indicated his return within a fortnight."

Lord Thomas comes in, beaming with pride . "Confirmation from the Prince's envoy. He will arrive in Ruthin on the next full moon."

The family exchanged eager glances.

Lady Emily's eyes sparkled. "Just two weeks! I can hardly wait."

As the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the manor and entire country, all continued their preparations, anticipation building with each passing day.

The countdown had begun.