Rays of sunlight reflected the heavy velvet curtains of the Grand Manor's living room, casting a warm glow on the opulent furnishings. Duncan reclined in a high-backed leather armchair, his figure draped in a luxurious blue silk robe embroidered with intricate silver patterns. Steam rose from the cup of coffee in his hand, its rich aroma filling the air.
Across from him, Elena perched on the edge of a plush sofa, her posture tense despite the early hour. She wore a simple yet elegant green dress, her hair pulled back in a loose braid. Her eyes, tinged with a hint of red from lack of sleep, watched Duncan carefully.
Duncan took a slow sip of his coffee, savoring the bitter taste before speaking. "Elena, my dear," he began, his voice smooth as velvet, "we're running out of time. The Council's indecision is... tiresome."
Elena nodded, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. "Yes, my Lord. They're still adjusting to the idea of such drastic change."
