The door to his study was pushed open, and Edmund entered, carrying a black mahogany case. Alexander's eyebrow arched at the sight of it. He set his teacup down on the crowded table with a soft clink. His fingers gently brushed the rim as he reached for the parchment at the very top of a precarious stack of other parchments.
The duties of a king never slept.
"Your Majesty," Edmund gave a respectful bow, as he carefully placed the case on the polished table, spaces away from the parchment pile. It was a sword case. "Lord Teaton sent this." He said and unlatched the box. Alexander opened it and was immediately impressed. The sword was a beautiful piece.
