Arthur IIIV King of Castela

The reddish first rays of sunlight of the day finally reached the windowsill, illuminating the red pillows that covered almost the entire surface of the room.

The cool morning breeze from the window refreshes my tiredness.

If I lean over the window I can see the cold, black view of the solid walls. Slowly, the landscape beyond the walls is illuminated and reveals the hot and busy landscape of the capital of Castela, Camelot.

An astonishing view as always. There is no painting I could hang on my wall that would compete with the view I have from this window.

Smoke rises from the chimneys and the smell of freshly baked bread reaches me, renewing my energy.

Just in time, I hear the familiar knocks on the wood coming from the open door.

In front of my door, a slender woman with curly brown hair and a penetrating look was waiting for me. Dressed in the colors of the flag and holding a tray of freshly baked bread and fruit, she was someone I would trust my soul with if I could.

— Good