The formal invitation from the Crown Prince arrived at House Silver the following afternoon.
Unlike ordinary correspondence delivered through palace messengers, this invitation bore the personal seal of the Crown Prince himself. Even the crimson envelope reflected the respect traditionally shown toward one of the Empire's highest-ranking nobles.
The steward respectfully presented it with both hands.
"My Lord. A personal invitation from His Highness."
Arceus looked up from the stack of ministry documents spread across his desk.
"The Crown Prince?"
He accepted the envelope, carefully broke the wax seal, and unfolded the neatly written parchment inside. His eyes slowly moved across each line.
*To Lord Arceus Silver, The Lord of House Silver and the Future Duke of Western Phoenix.*
