Bosiden arrived, clad in an attire that belied his stature - a sheepskin hat perched atop his head, a brown leather jacket snugly fitting his frame, and black trousers that completed the guise of a merchant.
Around the room stood Nora and her handmaidens, their presence a silent testament to the solemnity of the occasion.
Howard, with a subtle gesture, beckoned one of the maids who promptly served a cup of coffee, its temperature perfected to a soothing warmth.
Extending his hand towards Bosiden, Howard offered, "A cappuccino, I hope it's to your liking."
Bosiden nodded in appreciation, a silent gesture of gratitude towards Howard.
Grasping the handle of the cup, he took a sip of the cappuccino, his expression revealing a genuine enjoyment of the brew.
"Delicious," he remarked.
Howard then leaned forward, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and anticipation, "What did the Duke say? Is he perhaps alarmed by my rapid ascent?"
