Noah's eyes were on the document for at least ten minutes, and when he realized he hadn't progressed with work at all, he hurriedly grabbed a fountain pen to approve of the matter. But the ink made a huge stain on the paper, covering half of his signature.
"What's wrong with me…?" The crown sighed and leaned back on the chair. He was absentminded for the past few days, his focus somewhere else.
He reached into the hidden compartment under his working desk and took out the small treasure box that he safeguarded like his second life. Inside, two letters written with the perfect penmanship were protected under a layer of the best silk found in the world. Even without the proper education nobles boasted about, Violet always did everything with grace, and the way she held the pen was no different.
