A majestic castle perched atop a craggy hill, surrounded by a dense, mist-covered forest in the early dawn. The castle walls, constructed of dark grey stone, stand tall and formidable, with a series of battlements and turrets that cast shadows over the well-maintained grounds. Banners adorned with the crest of the ruling house flutter in the brisk wind, their vibrant colors a stark contrast against the monochromatic sky. The castle's drawbridge is lowered, and the portcullis is raised, revealing an arched entrance flanked by two heavy wooden doors, reinforced with iron bands. Knights in shining armor, their steeds snorting plumes of steam into the chilly air, are seen streaming out of the gates, their reflection shimmering in the moat's still water. Archers stand poised on the battlements, their arrows nocked and ready to rain down upon any encroaching foe. In the courtyard, men-at-arms are bustling about, checking their weapons and armor, while squires scurry to and fro with supplies. The castle is ablaze with torches and lanterns, casting an eerie glow that pierces the early-morning gloom. The atmosphere is tense, the anticipation of impending battle palpable in every detail. Beyond the fortifications, a sea of foot soldiers, crossbowmen, and pikemen form a protective shield around the castle, their silhouettes a grim reminder of the imminent war. In the background, the horizon is tinged with the first light of day, hinting at the fiery conflict that awaits as the castle prepares for battle with unyielding resolve