The paper remained smooth as the tip of a pen glides against it, embellished with elegant thin, and thick black strokes. Waiting for orders, the man beside the desk quietly observed his righteous leader.
Finally, Lord Maxille Fraunces puts down his pen, carefully reading the letter before sealing it with his family's crest.
Briefly reviewing the few documents left on his desk, he silently passed the letter to his trusted subordinate.
"They will start tomorrow."
"Yes, my lord." The sentinel saluted before leaving for the door. Before leaving, the man didn't forget to acknowledge the other noble seated on the couch, placidly staring at the lord behind the desk.
Once they were alone, Emlen spoke. "Are you certain about your decision, brother?"
He wore a doubtful look with brows drawn in unsettledness.
