Seated behind his office table was Duke Brahm Gertrude.
Rather than finishing his paperwork for the day, an unprecedented incident had arisen that forced him to be lost in thought.
He still couldn't believe it when he saw Sorsiana lying down in a pool of her own blood. He couldn't take the sight off of his mind. He tried thinking of something else -- the Emperor's opinion, the suspect, the hearsay that would go around.
But he couldn't remove the heartache of his wife's death.
In the midst of his grieving, he heard a couple of knocks on the door. With his eyes fixated on the table, he said, "Come in."
The Duke could hear the footsteps approaching his table. Once it came to a stop, he waited for his visitor to speak first. It was almost always that he could identify his visitor before he could even see their face.
