Alpheo placed the letter down on the desk, its edges curling slightly from the tension of his grip moments before. He leaned back, his chair creaking faintly under his weight, and scratched his chin thoughtfully, his fingertips brushing against the faint stubble growing there, he liked to have his face cleans as such he always shaved at least once a week, not that much grew there anyway, perhapse in the future he would grow a beard, he still did not know.
The room was silent except for the soft tap of his fingers against his jawline. His gaze lingered on the letter. After a moment, he leaned forward again, the chair creaking once more as he reached for the paper.
Sliding it back into his hands, he unfolded it carefully, smoothing out the creases. His eyes traced over the words once more
