Two days after Madrid was lit by electric light for the first time, the capital still buzzed with talk of the miracle. But for Prince Lancelot, the work never stopped. While the people celebrated in glowing streets and newspapers hailed a "New Era of Light," he turned his attention to another pillar of power—military strength.
His carriage rolled out at dawn, escorted by mounted dragoons wearing the newly standardized Aragonese military uniform—blue-grey coats, polished boots, and shoulder epaulettes marked by division. The horses moved briskly through cobblestone roads, past cheering civilians and children waving tiny flags. His destination was the Royal Barracks of Alcazar del Sol, once a crumbling fortress from an older age, now the beating heart of Aragon's military modernization.
