The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a flickering crystal lantern on the desk where Dion sat. His eyes scanned a black leather-bound book, his fingers absently tapping on the polished wood. The room was silent except for the rustle of turning pages until a knock at the door echoed through the room, breaking his concentration.
"Come in," Dion said without looking up.
The door creaked open, and Walter stepped in, carrying two envelopes. "Young Master, these arrived for you. One is from the Crown Prince, and the other is the information you requested from the broker," he said as he placed the two letters on the desk.
Dion glanced at the letters, his lips curling slightly. "And the broker?"
"Dealt with, as you instructed."
