The study room of the Valecrest Manor remained as composed and immaculate as ever, the white and navy-blue interiors reflecting the morning light that filtered through the tall glass panels, casting a calm yet authoritative glow across the polished desk where Duke Valecrest stood. He was writing something down with steady precision, his movements measured and controlled, as though every stroke of the pen carried weight beyond the paper itself.
A knock sounded.
Without looking up, he spoke.
"Come in."
The door opened quietly as the head butler stepped inside, closing it behind him with careful restraint before bowing in his usual formal manner. For a moment, the Duke did not acknowledge him, continuing his work as though the interruption held no urgency, but then, without lifting his gaze, he spoke again.
"Why the delay?"
The question came plainly, his tone even as his attention remained on the paper before him.
The butler straightened slightly before replying.
