Duke Armstrong sat in his grand office, the morning sunlight streaming through the tall windows behind him.
His fingers held a familiar letter, its wax seal broken and contents already read through more than once. Yet he read it again, eyes tracing each word with an unreadable expression.
A soft knock sounded, followed by the quiet entrance of his ever-loyal aide.
The man bowed once before approaching the Duke's desk.
"My Lord, your monthly report is complete and ready for review."
The aide said, placing a thick folder neatly on the corner of the desk.
The Duke didn't even glance at it. He waved a hand dismissively.
"Leave it there."
The aide hesitated, then tilted his head. His gaze briefly shifted to the letter the Duke was still holding.
A rare sight.
Curiosity overcame better judgment.
"If I may ask… who wrote the letter?"
The Duke paused. For a long moment, the aide thought he wouldn't answer.
