The morning was a flurry of activity as I dealt with my responsibilities as an Earl. The desk in my study was cluttered with documents, each requiring my signature, my approval, or my inspection. Proposals from various vassals, reports on the state of the lands, and requests for resources all demanded my attention. I handled each with the efficiency that came from my modern-world experience, a stark contrast to the former Draven's autocratic rule.
Alfred stood by, his calm presence a steadying influence. "Master Draven, the trade agreement with the Western Isles requires your immediate attention. They are proposing new terms," he said, handing me a parchment.
I glanced through the document, noting the details and implications. "Their terms are acceptable, but ensure they know that we expect timely deliveries. Delay will not be tolerated," I replied, signing my name with a flourish.
