The Third Prince lounged in a luxurious meeting room at the Goa Port. The room was elegantly furnished, with a richly carved wooden table at its center and plush sofas arranged around it for visitors. The room was adorned with intricate paintings depicting scenes from the Empire's history.
Standing beside him was his aide, Lekha, who was busy organizing documents. The Third Prince turned towards Lekha, impatience evident in his voice as he spoke.
"When is Uncle arriving, Lekha?" he asked, his eyes shifting towards the door.
Lekha, her hands adjusting the papers on the table, replied, "He should be here soon, Your Highness. The ship's arrival was delayed slightly due to rough seas, but he is expected any moment now."
The Third Prince leaned back in his seat, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. "Good."
