The dawn light filtered through the tall windows of the Royal Knights' quarters, casting a golden hue on the polished wooden floor. Sophie of the Icevern House sat at her desk, the morning's quiet interrupted only by the soft rustle of papers and the distant clatter of armor. Her office, though not opulent, bore the marks of her station—a high-backed chair, a sturdy oak desk, and shelves lined with books on strategy, law, and history.
Sophie's adjutant, Sharon, a capable young woman with keen eyes and a quick mind, entered the room holding a sealed envelope. "A letter for you, Lady Sophie," she announced, her voice steady. "It bears the seal of the High Council."
Sophie looked up from her work, curiosity piqued. "Read it, Sharon."
