Daemond had just finished dressing and was walking out of his room when Octavianus greeted him.
"Good morning, General." The young commander bowed his head before following Daemond big steps.
"So early in the morning, Octavianus?" Daemond greeted as he walked with steady steps towards his desk in the center of the room. The sound of his heavy boots echoed in the spacious and quiet room.
"Is there something important?" Daemond added before pulling out his chair and settling his large muscular body onto it.
Octavianus bowed again before answering.
"Forgive me to disturb you so early, General, but the royal pigeon has just arrived with a letter from the palace."
Octavianus approached and placed a scroll of paper on the table Daemond had just sat on.
