The quarters of Duke Magnus within General Drake's pagoda were just like Andrew remembered—simple yet practical. The elegance of the space lay in its austerity, the kind that reflected a life of discipline and purpose.
As Andrew entered, his eyes were immediately drawn to the figure of Duke Magnus Robinson, his great-grandfather, seated by a large window. The morning sun poured in, casting a warm glow on the Duke's silver hair, framing his weathered but wise face in an almost ethereal light.
Duke Magnus turned, his eyes lighting up with a familiar warmth upon seeing his great-grandson. "Come in, Andrew, take a seat," he said, his voice carrying the authority of his years yet softened by familial affection.
Andrew greeted him with a respectful bow before settling into one of the simple wooden chairs. "You wanted to see me, Great-Grandfather?"
