[Osoric Avalon POV]
The Emperor sat in his study, engulfed by the relentless paperwork about the upcoming festival. His quill danced across the parchment while his brow remained etched with a furrow of concentration.
The grand event demanded his meticulous attention, but another matter weighed heavily on his mind. Earlier, his daughter Leira had alerted him to a situation that forced him to act when he heard all the details.
It had necessitated the dispatch of the Imperial Guard to investigate her claims, a measure that weighed heavily on his heart. The study was shrouded in candlelight's warm, flickering embrace, casting elongated shadows across the room.
In the late evening's solitude, the Emperor wrestled with both his duties to the festival and the looming concerns of his empire. He was engrossed in planning the Frostwinter Festival and the reward he needed to sort out for his Son-in-law during it.
