The laughter and giggles subsided as a loud knocking broke the laughter. Father lets me go as my brothers proceeded to walk out of the carriage, forcing their grins down.

I look towards the window, seeing the people coming in and out of a structure. A structure wide enough to make any man feel insignificant. The size was overlooking the nations of man.

My family has gone outside, capturing the people's attention. And as I step outside, I notice the tension, the change in demeanour, as my brothers and father turn their features neutral.

My father steps forward and ahead. The feeling of authority echoes through the crowd as father steps out, walking elegantly. Men and women make way, bowing their head, giving their respect,

The same thing could be said of my brothers, walking forward, face stoic, earning the same respect and reverence afforded to our father.

I swallow dryly, confused by their change of demeanour. Father gives me a small smile gesturing me forward, and I nod to myself as I try to copy their manner of walking.

A few moments pass as we enter the building's doors, the halls empty. My father sighs in relief as he looks back at us three. "Good work out there. Your mothers taught you well." He says proudly.

The three of us nod back as he walks forward. "As royalty, we are expected to act as beings above the masses," He explains solemnly. "It is also best to do so, to keep a reputation as a foundation of our nation's power."

The three of us nod earnestly. Taking Father's words to heart, we stay walking. A few moments pass, the silence bored me, forcing me to look around the hall. To see high pillars reaching for the ceiling and paintings dotting the walls.

The halls are painted in brown and gold, giving the feeling of authority and humility. We continued to walk until we stopped in front of a majestic door. Father pushed it with effort.

The inside of which left the three of us speechless. The rows upon rows of desks and chairs lining each step. All of which centers on a throne of golden colours.

Father steps forward, each step echoing off the empty chamber. He speaks with pride, "This chamber," he gestures around, continuing to walk forward "was where we as a nation started, the agreements made here, solidified the power,"

He sat on the throne, looking down at us with pride. "Upon this throne, the name of Sieg was conferred as royalty," He pointed at us. "A throne which one of you will one day sit."

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The three of us swallow dryly, the weight of his words hitting like a brick. The coming days are now filling me with tension as the three of us look at each other, determining the other's reaction.

I turn my head to see their faces silent and frozen, anxious the same way I seem to have been. I now understood my position, wishing to at least go through it, with the new relationship among us brothers intact.

Father smiles softly. "But that will be long from now, and since I brought you here for a different matter," He stands hurriedly, beckoning us to follow. "It is best for us to go." The three of us silently followed, pondering his words.

We continue with the silence, broken only by my father. "My sons," He laughs a bit. "You don't have to worry. I'll make sure to secure the succession," He points at himself. "I promise to do it before this old man croaks."

He beams at us, hoping to alleviate the tension, but we remain silent. He shakes his head, regretful. "Look," He stops. "Which one of you desires to be the next king?"

The three of us shakes our head. "See, none of you seem to want it," He hugs the three of us. "So don't worry too much. The bond forged by brothers isn't easily broken, so never let it go, OK?"

The three of us nod hurriedly. He claps, "Good, now let's meet your grandfather." Father started walking, and as we stopped, we looked at each other and smiled.

We hurriedly ran after father, the tension was gone as fast as it appeared, and I can see a slight smile on all of our faces.

The walk was long. It took us nearly 5 minutes of walking, as the vast expanse of the building is fully realized. Though as boredom nearly bit, we stopped.

We stopped in front of a statue, with a man holding a shield, standing proudly. "Well, this here is your Grandfather Markus." He gestured at the statue.

"This is his grave, the spot upon where he died." We look at him in shock, and I see Aron seemingly realizing something.

Aron spoke a bit hesitant "This was where they held them off?" Father nodded gravely, "The Tzench, Union hired men to break in."

"The man fought with his knights, Despite having already been wounded."A deep gruff voice interrupted Father, capturing our attention.

To see an old graying blonde man, built with muscles and scars. His eyes sharp as knives, he looked irritated, holding flowers in his hand.

"Dying earlier than his knights, leaving a family and nation in mourning, what a fool." The man shakes his head and kneels in reverence, leaving the flowers held in his hands.

"I see you've come for the festivities." Father smiles, and I notice Aron also smiling excitedly. He ran towards the old man hugging him in earnest. "Grandfather."

"Hn, It has been a while, Your Majesty." The old man bows once and hugs Aron in his arms. "Admiral John Agrod, reporting for duty."

"So, how long shall you be staying?" Father asked with a tilt on his head.

"I am unsure, but the Tzech Union cannot be left unattended," John clenches his fist.

He lets down Aron and gestures at the three of us. "Then may I ask, As to why you have brought children inside parliament."

"Well, they'll need the experience, and we were just leaving since it seems a session is starting." I look around to see more and more people appearing. John nods back and stiffly waves us off or specifically Aron.

Well, this adventure was certainly fruitful.