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Contd Alpha King Dimitrio The streets of the capital city are quiet. It is populated by exclusive members of the society who are the nobles, the government and aristocrats of Gethmorn who work closely with me in the castle. They include ministers, generals, council members, officials and rich merchants who have the ability to afford houses in this sector. It is guarded securely for it withholds the most important members of society and their family members. The clatter of hooves against cobblestone is the only sound, a rhythmic beat that matches our steady pace as we ride to my uncle’s estate. We turn to a corner after riding for over twenty minutes and the estate of my uncle comes into view. It is a grand old mansion, its tall iron gates and sprawling gardens hides behind high walls.