The sky grew dim, and dark clouds gathered. A spring rain was about to grace the land, but it also heralded an impending storm.
He turned back to his desk and wrote a letter, instructing the two of them to increase their surveillance of the Empire.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they were filled with ambition. The chaos in the Empire was, for him, a heaven-sent opportunity.
In Henry's study, the candlelight flickered, illuminating his pensive profile. Just as he was lost in thought, a soft knock came from the door.
"Come in."
The door opened slowly, and Ailia walked in carrying a tray laden with food, a gentle smile on her face.
On the tray were fresh bread, roasted meat, and some fruits purchased from a merchant just today, along with a bottle of Onira fruit beer.
"My lord, dinner is ready." Ailia's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze rippling across water.
