Henry made his way through the hallway, an envelope in hand, bound for the study. When he arrived, he knocked, then entered, setting the letter carefully on Maverick's desk.
"My lord," he said, "a letter from the palace. It's from His Majesty."
Maverick looked at the envelope, raising an eyebrow. "From His Majesty?" he echoed.
"Yes, my lord," Henry confirmed with a nod.
Maverick broke the seal and unfolded the letter, scanning it. His brow furrowed as he let the letter fall back to the desk.
"Another garden party," he muttered. "As if aristocrats and royalty always love gatherings."
Henry offered a slight smile. "It's the custom, my lord. Besides, without these parties, they would hardly know what to do with their time."
Maverick shot him an irritated look. "But I'm busy though." He groaned, then waved a hand in resignation. "Never mind. Just prepare the outfit."
