'Where am I?'
From the bright chandelier, it cast the countless shelves, bursting with books and plaques displayed, framed picturesque, and lavish carpet in a golden glow.
Arnold sat near the grand refectory table; she knew it was his study. His seat slowly creaked as he faced the neverending piles of parchment and documents, however neat and organized, on his table.
On the other side, Mystique stood calm and collected.
But even the slightest details, Nathalie noticed how the villainess was trying to keep up as much as she could.
"This is Keith, Your Grand Ducal Highness," Keith introduced himself, knocking behind closed doors.
"Come in."
Meanwhile, Keith entered the room, saluting and shuffled in muffled thuds towards the Grand Duke. He submitted a few scrolls in his hand.
"We've secured the perimeter on the further boundary of the north, Sire."
