Lord Reginald awoke early, the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The day of his meeting had arrived, and he knew that every moment would count. Rising from the bed, he walked over to the desk where his journal lay. He flipped through the pages he had written the previous night, his observations and thoughts about Valoria. Today, he would need to rely on every bit of intuition and insight he possessed.
He moved to the wardrobe and opened it. His attire for the meeting had been prepared by the staff—a dark suit with subtle embroidery along the collar and cuffs, elegant but not overly extravagant. He dressed with care, ensuring each piece was in place. It was not just about appearance; it was about sending a message of respect and readiness.
