The Royal Adjutant’s Secret

The snow had begun to fall from the heavy, slate-grey sky, descending in silent flakes that seemed to swallow the noise of the capital. Contrasting this tranquil descent was the relentless, frantic bustle of Grand Trad. Swiftly weaving through this chaotic tapestry was a young man whose hair, a stark and brilliant white, matched the falling snow perfectly. His gaze—piercing blue and full of a quiet, regal curiosity—swept over the cobblestone alleyways of his kingdom.He promised to meet with Alonzo, who was standing next to the window of the Honeybee Inn. Will spotted a tall, elegant silhouette that seemed immune to the frantic pace of the city. Even in a sea of people, Alonzo was incomparable. His light blue hair was gathered in a messy, deliberate hair tie beneath his trademark bowler hat, a few stray locks dusted with white. He leaned against the damp brickwork with a slouch that spoke of total confidence, the very picture of nonchalant grace amidst the storm.