(POV: Lumiere)
Another bright day, the sun filtering through the windows of my office, I was surrounded by a mountain of wood pulps, document demanding my attention. Just as I was drowning in the sea of administrative tasks, a knock on the door interrupted my solitary confinement. Skarz sauntered in, adorned in casual attire that contrasted with his usual regal minotaur armor. Gone was the wild minotaur I'd first encountered; in his place stood a figure of authority, a formidable leader, and the ideal ruler of the minotaurs.
"How are you holding up?" Skarz inquired.
I sighed, setting aside a particularly troublesome document.
"To be honest, I'm a bit bored. Just going through the never-ending stack of status updates on everyone in the Silva Citadel."
Skarz chuckled. "Sounds like a tough job. But I suppose it's necessary."
I shrugged, a glimmer of amusement in my eyes.
