At the Hilmor marquessate, Lord Luther – a lean man with deep black hair resembling coal – sat in his grand office as he tended to the reports related to the land.
As the head of the Hilmor family, Luther Hilmor was the highest authority responsible for all matters concerning the people and the land.
However, for the past few weeks, Luther's mood had been quite down because, as the loyal retainer of the kingdom, he had to send his son and the sole heir to his title to the battlefield. Even though such an act was worthy of pride, a father's heart could never rest without knowing the good of his son.
Suppressing his own emotions, Luther tended to everything, and then someone knocked at his office door.
"My lord, young master Jareb has sent his words," came a rugged voice.
Luther put down the report and gracefully took off the black frame reading glasses as he looked at the door with his amber eyes and spoke in a regal yet soft tone, "Come in. Sir Winfred."
