Mikhailis leaned back in his chair, lazily tracing the edge of an unopened letter. The royal seal of Serewyn glinted in the candlelight, and he knew immediately it was from Prince Laethor. He took a deep breath, finally breaking the wax seal with a flick of his wrist, and unfolded the parchment. His eyes danced across the carefully constructed lines, noting the coded language that hinted at their upcoming rendezvous. The time and place for his departure to Serewyn were subtly embedded within the text, as if this were some kind of secret espionage mission. He smirked.
"This prince…" he muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice.
This guy really thinks he's in some kind of spy novel.
Mikhailis shrugged, his eyes skimming over the details once more.
