MAKE WAY! Tourists Get In Way Of The King’s Guard!
The King’s Guard’s voice cut through the crowd like a blade. “MAKE WAY!” he boomed, his command absolute. Tourists scattered instantly, pressing against stone walls. His stern gaze fixed ahead, unwavering, as he began his march. The clatter of his boots on the cobbles echoed the rigid discipline and centuries of tradition he was sworn to uphold.
