Elena skillfully holds a stick of deep red wax over a small candle, letting it melt and drip onto the bottom of the parchment. With a heavy thud, she presses the heavy royal seal into the hot wax, officially approving my permit.
She happily hands the rolled parchment across the desk. "Here you go, Big Sister! Now you can get whatever you want for your project."
I take the parchment from her, quickly unrolling it to read over the sweeping calligraphy. Unlimited budget, priority materials, royal backing. Yup, perfect!
I roll it back up and finally glance over at the sweating nobleman who has been bowing this entire time. "Oh, Elena, about Lord Morvain... why exactly is he here?"
