It arrived with the morning routing.
Not through an external channel — not a courier, not a drop point, not any of the external vectors Sebastian had been running since the Leni exposure. It came through the mansion's own internal mail system, the same routing that handled household requisitions, staff correspondence, and Val's event scheduling. It sat in the morning stack between a logistics update and a supply manifest, addressed in handwriting she recognized before she consciously processed where she knew it from.
Her name. Not a title. Not a designation. Raven.
