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The ministers of Alabasta gathered outside to welcome Anos, waiting patiently as his carriage came to a halt near the grand palace gates.
Alabasta's warmth hung thick in the air, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the sandstone structures.
As soon as Anos stepped off the carriage, he was greeted by the vibrant hues of Alabasta's royal banners fluttering above and the sight of a portly man in his thirties approaching him with brisk, energetic steps.
The man, round-faced and rosy-cheeked, wore a beaming smile as he moved forward.
"Baphotus, the Left Minister of Alabasta, on behalf of His Majesty King Cobra, welcomes His Majesty, the King of the Tru Kingdom!" he announced with a flourish, bowing deeply in a gesture of both respect and warmth.
Anos, looking no more than sixteen or seventeen, acknowledged Baphotus's greeting with a nod. His cool gaze, which hinted at wisdom beyond his years, swept across the palace grounds, taking in every detail with a king's intuition.
Baphotus, ever observant, kept his respectful stance, but his mind buzzed with curiosity.
Anos, for one so young, exuded a presence that demanded attention.
Alabasta was accustomed to visitors and royalty, but this king from the Tru Kingdom, seemingly unfazed by grandeur or ceremony, was something different.
"Uncle Baphotus, Vivi's here too!" came a familiar, lively voice.
Baphotus glanced up, noticing Princess Vivi standing in the carriage, a slight pout on her lips.
She looked a little put out, clearly not fond of being overshadowed, even for a moment. Her sapphire hair and bright eyes reflected the same energy and spirit as her homeland.
There was an innocence in her youth, yet a burgeoning determination that echoed her father's.
"Princess Vivi, you're back as well!" Baphotus replied, his smile broadening with genuine fondness.
"Please, let's hurry inside. His Majesty has been greatly concerned about you." With that, he turned his respectful gaze back to Anos. "Your Majesty, King Cobra eagerly awaits you within. Please, this way."
"Thank you for your efforts, Minister Baphotus." Anos inclined his head slightly, but his mind was elsewhere.
He was already analyzing the palace's layout, assessing exits, noting guards, and registering subtle details that might escape the ordinary visitor.
Each stone seemed to tell a story, whispering fragments of Alabasta's illustrious history.
At that moment, Daiki and the Royal Guards approached swiftly from behind.
The sound of their synchronized steps echoed against the ancient stone, a testament to their disciplined training.
The Tru Kingdom's guardsmen, dressed in dark, finely woven uniforms that bore the insignia of their homeland, exuded a solemn energy.
Their presence was quiet yet powerful, their watchful gazes alert.
"Your Majesty, forgive our delay," Daiki said, bowing his head respectfully.
Despite their quick journey, their uniforms remained immaculate, reflecting the pride they held for their kingdom.
Anos turned to Daiki, his expression softening just slightly. "No need for apologies. I'm glad you're here safely. How are Barlow & others?"
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