Alpheo sat at his desk, the golden light of the afternoon sun streaming through the arched windows of his chamber. The faint scratching of his quill echoed in the quiet room as he meticulously penned the edict on fine parchment. His hand moved with precision, the ink flowing smoothly as he detailed the grant of administrative powers to the bodies he had chosen to govern the fiefs of Egil, Jarza, Clio, and Asag.
Finishing the text, he leaned back and inspected his work, nodding in satisfaction. He reached for the block of wax resting on the edge of the table and held it carefully over the flame of a nearby candle. The wax softened, dripping onto the parchment in a deliberate, rounded pool.
From his desk, Alpheo retrieved the banner stamp of House Veloni-Isha, a carved sigil of the house's crest—a soaring phoenix with nine fists around .He pressed it firmly into the warm wax, holding it for a moment before lifting it away.
