After a few minutes of navigating the grand halls, Ivan located the door to the study with ease. The small lines of wear around the door's handle and the faint scent of parchment lingering in the air gave it away. Gracefully, he slipped inside, the door closing silently behind him.
The room was rather modest compared to how grand the rest of the manor was, yet it gave off a certain intense feeling, making it feel no less important. Shelves of neatly arranged books lined the walls, and a large mahogany desk sat at the center, with an inkwell, parchment, and a brass candle holder.
Ivan moved swiftly but quietly, his gloved hands gliding over the desk's surface as he searched for any sign of Cedric's treachery.
Back in the dining hall, Cedric finished the last sip of his wine and set the goblet down with a clink. "That's enough for tonight," he said, dabbing his mouth with a silk napkin.
"I have other matters to attend to."
