The grand office of Obsidian Tower was awash in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun. The air inside was thick with the smell of aged wood and leather, the faint hum of activity outside the windows almost inaudible within the soundproofed walls.
Pyris leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as he mulled over the recent developments, Alexandra, Serene whose presence was stealthily registering in his heart, then there was the dragon empire, to that, he had to talk to his mother and tye results...
His conversation with his mother, Emberly, had been successful—surprisingly so.
The Empress, Astrid Valyrian, might soon reach out to him after their brief exchange at the court.
The intricacies of political powerplays were second nature to him now, but even he could appreciate the delicate balance this situation demanded.
