Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Maverick's room, casting soft rays onto his sleeping form. Henry had been trying to gently wake his lord, but Maverick was unresponsive, deeply lost in sleep. He leaned over slightly, calling softly, "My lord, it's time to wake.."
Before Henry could finish, a familiar voice from the doorway interrupted. "Let him sleep for another hour, Henry."
Julius appeared, standing casually against the doorframe, his tone more commanding than usual. Henry glanced over, concern etched on his face. "But sir, there's a pile of paperwork sent by Edgar from Birmingham. It's urgent, and Lord Maverick needs to look over it."
